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Concrete Angel

27 August 2008 4 Comments

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she’s holdin’ back
Wearin the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace

The teacher wonders but she doesn’t ask
Its hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can’t rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she’s loved
Concrete angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it’ll be too late

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can’t rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she’s loved
Concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can’t rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she’s loved
Concrete angel

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4 Comments »

  • Bear Bear said:

    Didn’t figure out what it meant until halfway through the song…

    Concrete Angel.

  • Xtralicious (author) said:

    W O L S

  • Bear Bear said:

    Which is the acronym for…

    some sexual disease?

  • Xtralicious (author) said:

    Yes, that very one you have. :D


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