She walks to school with the lunch she packed,nNobody knows, what she holding back,nwearing the same dress she wore yesterday,nshe hides the bruises with the linen and lace, ohh whoaannThe teacher wonders but she doesn't asknits hard to see the pain behind the mask,nbearing the burden of a secret storm,nsometimes she wishes she was never born.nnThrough the wind and the rain,nShe stands hard as a stone,nin a world that she cant rise above.nBut her dreams give her wings,nand she flies to a place,nwhere shes lovednConcrete angelnnsomebody cries in the middle of the night,nthe neighbors hear but they turn out the lights,na fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,nwhen morning comes it will be too late.nnThrough the wind and the rain,nShe stands hard as a stone,nin a world that she cant rise above.nna statue stands in a shaded place,nan angel girl with an upturned face,nher name is written on a polished rock,na broken heart that the world forgotnnThrough the wind and the rain,nShe stands hard as a stone,nin a world that she cant rise above.nBut her dreams give her wings,nand she flies to a place,nwhere shes lovednConcrete angelnna statue stands in a shaded place,nan angel girl with an upturned face,nher name is written on a polished rock,na broken heart that the world forgotnnThrough the wind and the rain,nShe stands hard as a stone,nin a world that she cant rise above.nBut her dreams give her wings,nand she flies to a place,nwhere shes lovednConcrete angel