Concrete Angel, Martina McBride

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Singing this in choir and it means a lot to me now that I've heard it. I think I'm going to write a short story based on this song.

I just watched the video. I cried for a lot of it, at first with sadness and then with happiness at the end. It's sadder without the music, believe you me.

Concrete Angel

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

It's 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 neighbours hear but they turn out the light

A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate

When mornings come it will 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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