Clary's POV
We leave for band practice. We get there and I give Jace a hug. Then we set up.
"Jace you choose the song," Jon says.
"Concrete Angel," Jace says while looking at me. I realize he is thinking about what I told him. He starts playing and I start singing.
She walks to school
with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's
Holding back
Wearing the same dress
She wore yesterday
She hides the bruises
With the linen and lace
Oh
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 light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be to 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 flys 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 flys to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
Concrete angel
When I stop singing Jon says, "we should make a list of what songs we should sing at your party."
"For the love of a daughter," I say earning me a strange look from Jon, "I will tell you later. Stop looking at me like that!"
Jace laughs and I look at him.
"Ok what else?" Jon asks.
"Royals," Seraphina says.
We come up with three more songs and decide to call it a day.
"Why that song Ris?" Jon asks.
"Father is going to be there," I say.
