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She walks to school with a lunch she packed <br/>Nobody knows what she's holding back; <br/>Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday, <br/>She hides the bruises with the linen and lace; <br/>oh <br/><br/>The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask, <br/>It's hard to see the pain behind the mask; <br/>Bearing the burdon of a secret storm, <br/>Sometimes she wishes she was never born; <br/><br/>Through the wind and the rain, <br/>She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above; <br/>But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. <br/><br/>Concrete Angel <br/><br/>Somebody cries in the middle of the night, <br/>The neighbors hear but they turn out the lights; <br/>A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate, <br/>When morning comes it will be too late. <br/><br/>Through the wind and the rain, <br/>She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above; <br/>But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. <br/><br/>Concrete Angel <br/><br/>A statue stands in a shaded place, <br/>An angel girl with an upturned face; <br/>Her name is written on a polished rock, <br/>A broken heart that the world forgot. <br/><br/>Through the wind and the rain, <br/>She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above; <br/>But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. <br/><br/>Concrete Angel |
