Concrete Angel
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
762
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Concrete Angel
Concrete Angel
This song is sung by Martina Mcbride. This is not my creation. I dont own the song, please do not sue. I do however own the characters and storyline. They are my property.
SONG
She walks to school with a lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she\'s holding back
Wearin 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
Barin the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
chorus
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she cant rise above
But her dreams gives her wings
And she flys to a place were shes loved
concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
repeat chorus
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
Her name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
repeat chorus
CONCRETE ANGEL
(The pain never eases)
She walks to school with a lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she\'s holding back
Wearin the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace
No matter how old I seem to come, the pain never seems to ease. It\'s been seven years since that day, I lost my best friend. Seven years today, when my mother walked into my room in the middle of the night, and told me that something had happened to Adrianna. I remember the door to my room opening, the light from the hallway filtering through, hitting her silhouette. I swear at that moment I saw Adrianna. I saw her there with a smile upon her face, telling me everything was okay, that she was happier. And then the dread, mixed with an odd sense of easiness overwhelmed me like a wave engulfing you in the angry waters of the ocean.
My mother\'s form finally showed itself, her eyes puffy and redden from the excursion of tears. Her hazel eyes glinting with newly forming spouts of pain. I sat up, awaiting the words, no child, no person should have to hear. She sat next to me on the bed, and pulled me into her arms embrace. I could feel her heart pounding against her rib cage, her dread of telling me consuming her. I pulled away, and looked into her grief stricken eyes. \"What is it mama?\" I asked her, my voice so small.
I could hear her inhale, taking a ragged breath. As she released the breath, she looked at me, and gently touched my face. \"Mama, please tell?\" I whisper again. I need to hear it from her mouth. I need to hear if one of my worst fears were coming true..
\"Baby..\" I can see her swallow hard. \"Adrianna...\" My heart sinks. That\'s all I had to hear. Her head looked down to her lap, her hands twisted a napkin she had used to wipe away tears. \"Honey, Adrianna...she\'s...\" I could see the way she fought to find the right words to tell me the horrid news. \"Zoie...Adrianna is...she\'s in heaven baby.\" That was it for me. That was the final brick to make the wall crumble underneath me.
I begin to sob uncontrollably. I cant believe my only friend is gone from my grasp, and the overwhelming guilt I feel from her lose. If I would have told, if I would have confronted someone about what was happening in her life, she may still be here.
This song is sung by Martina Mcbride. This is not my creation. I dont own the song, please do not sue. I do however own the characters and storyline. They are my property.
SONG
She walks to school with a lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she\'s holding back
Wearin 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
Barin the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
chorus
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she cant rise above
But her dreams gives her wings
And she flys to a place were shes loved
concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
repeat chorus
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
Her name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
repeat chorus
CONCRETE ANGEL
(The pain never eases)
She walks to school with a lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she\'s holding back
Wearin the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace
No matter how old I seem to come, the pain never seems to ease. It\'s been seven years since that day, I lost my best friend. Seven years today, when my mother walked into my room in the middle of the night, and told me that something had happened to Adrianna. I remember the door to my room opening, the light from the hallway filtering through, hitting her silhouette. I swear at that moment I saw Adrianna. I saw her there with a smile upon her face, telling me everything was okay, that she was happier. And then the dread, mixed with an odd sense of easiness overwhelmed me like a wave engulfing you in the angry waters of the ocean.
My mother\'s form finally showed itself, her eyes puffy and redden from the excursion of tears. Her hazel eyes glinting with newly forming spouts of pain. I sat up, awaiting the words, no child, no person should have to hear. She sat next to me on the bed, and pulled me into her arms embrace. I could feel her heart pounding against her rib cage, her dread of telling me consuming her. I pulled away, and looked into her grief stricken eyes. \"What is it mama?\" I asked her, my voice so small.
I could hear her inhale, taking a ragged breath. As she released the breath, she looked at me, and gently touched my face. \"Mama, please tell?\" I whisper again. I need to hear it from her mouth. I need to hear if one of my worst fears were coming true..
\"Baby..\" I can see her swallow hard. \"Adrianna...\" My heart sinks. That\'s all I had to hear. Her head looked down to her lap, her hands twisted a napkin she had used to wipe away tears. \"Honey, Adrianna...she\'s...\" I could see the way she fought to find the right words to tell me the horrid news. \"Zoie...Adrianna is...she\'s in heaven baby.\" That was it for me. That was the final brick to make the wall crumble underneath me.
I begin to sob uncontrollably. I cant believe my only friend is gone from my grasp, and the overwhelming guilt I feel from her lose. If I would have told, if I would have confronted someone about what was happening in her life, she may still be here.