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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. The teacher wonders but she dosen't ask, its hard to see the pain behind the mask. Bearing the burden of a secret storm..
Sometime 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 were she's is loved,,
Concrete angel!
Somebody cries in the middle of the night, the neighbours here but they turn out the light.
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate, when morning comes it will be to late..
The 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...
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