She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what shes holding back
Wearin the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace...
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask,
It's hard to see that pain behind the mask,
Bearing the burden of a secret storm,
Sometimes she wishes she was never born.
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 fait,
When morning comes it'll be too late.
A statue stands in a shaded place,
An angel girl with an upturned face,
A name is written on a polished rock,
A broken girl that the world forgot.
This song gets me everytime.</3