[verse 1]
she walkes to school with the lunch she packed,
nobody knows what shes holdin back,
wearin the same dress she wore yesterday,
she hides the bruses with linen and lace,
ohhhhh
the teacher wonders but she dosent ask,
its hard to see the pain behind the mask,
bearin the burden of a secret storm,
sometimes she wishes she was never born
[couros]
through the wind,and the rain,
she stands hard as a stone,
in a wirld, that she cant rise above,
but her dreams, give her wings,
and she flies to a place,
where shes loved,
concrete angel
[verse 2]
somebody cries in the middle of the night,
the neibors hear, but they turn out the light,
a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
when mrning comes it will be to late
[go back to couros]
[verse 3]
a statue stands in a shaded place,
an एंजल girl with an upturned face,
a name is written on a pollished rock,
a broken दिल that the world forgot
[go back to couros]
she walkes to school with the lunch she packed,
nobody knows what shes holdin back,
wearin the same dress she wore yesterday,
she hides the bruses with linen and lace,
ohhhhh
the teacher wonders but she dosent ask,
its hard to see the pain behind the mask,
bearin the burden of a secret storm,
sometimes she wishes she was never born
[couros]
through the wind,and the rain,
she stands hard as a stone,
in a wirld, that she cant rise above,
but her dreams, give her wings,
and she flies to a place,
where shes loved,
concrete angel
[verse 2]
somebody cries in the middle of the night,
the neibors hear, but they turn out the light,
a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
when mrning comes it will be to late
[go back to couros]
[verse 3]
a statue stands in a shaded place,
an एंजल girl with an upturned face,
a name is written on a pollished rock,
a broken दिल that the world forgot
[go back to couros]
It was around 12:30 and I was at the grocery, I was busy getting some apples when a teenage boy goes over to me and hands me a cold bottle of water and a magazine. I thanked him, but apon पढ़ना the magazine it was full of lies. It was trying to convert me to Christianity, so before I drank the water, I threw the ice-cold water in his face, dropped the magazine, and कहा "If your so-called "God" exsisted, why didn't he stop me from doing that?" The boy simply replied "Because your denying his love". Right away, I replied "Oh please, If there was a God, I bet आप he'd rather prefer a good honest Athiest than a preacher on Televison going around lying about his healing powers". He was angered "And how do आप know who God would prefer?!" If it was even possible at the time, I was calmer than before and answered. "The very same way the bible was made". I smiled warmly as I saw him stomp away with anger.