She walks to school with the lunch she packed,
nobody knows what shes holding back.
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,
she hides the bruises with the linen and lace.
The teacher wonders,
but she doesnt 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 where she can't rise above,
but her dreams give her wings
and she flys to a place where she's loved,
Concrete Angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night,
the neighbors hear but they turn out the light.
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
when morning comes it'll be too late.
Throught the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone,
in a world where she can't rise above,
but her dreams give her wings
and she flys 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 where she can't rise above,
but her dreams give her wings
and she flys to a place where she's loved
Concrete Angel
Concrete Angel ~ Martina McBride