November
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She walks to school with the lunch she packedNobody knows what she's holding backWearing the same dress she wore yesterdayShe hides the bruises with the linen and lace, ohThe teacher wonders but she doesn't askIt's hard to see the pain behind the maskBearing the burden of a secret stormSometimes she wishes she was never bornThrough the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stoneIn a world that she can't rise aboveBut her dreams give her wings and she flies to a placeWhere she's loved concrete angelSomebody cries in the middle of the nightThe neighbors hear but they turn out the light A fragile soul caught in the hands of fateWhen morning comes it will be too lateThrough the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stoneIn a world that she can't rise aboveBut her dreams give her wings and she flies to a placeWhere she's loved concrete angelA statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart that the world forgotThrough the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stoneIn a world that she can't rise aboveBut her dreams give her wings and she flies to a placeWhere she's loved concrete angel
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