May 18, 2004

• She walks to school with the lunch she packed
  Nobody knows what she’s holdin’ back
  Wearin’ the same dress she wore yesterday
  She hides the bruises with linen and lace
  
  The teacher wonders but she doesn’t 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 that she can’t rise above
  But her dreams give her wings
  And she flies 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 lights
  A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
  When morning comes it’ll be too late
  
  Through the wind and the rain
  She stands hard as a stone
  In a world that she can’t rise above
  But her dreams give her wings
  And she flies 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 that she can’t rise above
  But her dreams give her wings
  And she flies to a place where she’s loved
  Concrete angel

  
  

   

  
  

  This story is kinda me, ya know? But this story is the story of so many people…

  
  

   

  
  

  Lynyrd Skynyrd- Freebird

  
  

  If I leave here tomorrow
  Would you still remember me?
  For I must be travelling on, now,
  ‘Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see.
  But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
  Things just couldn’t be the same.
  ‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now,
  And this bird you can not change.
  Lord knows, I can’t change.

  
  

  Bye, bye, its been a sweet love.
  Though this feeling I can’t change.
  But please don’t take it badly,
  ‘Cause Lord knows I’m to blame.
  But, if I stayed here with you girl,
  Things just couldn’t be the same.
  Cause I’m as free as a bird now,
  And this bird you’ll never change.
  And this bird you can not change.
  Lord knows, I can’t change.
  Lord help me, I can’t change.

  
  

   

  
  

  Everytime I hear this song, I think of Forest Gump…this song is in the part where Jenny is wearing those awesome silver shoes and that silver shirt and she’s standing out on the deck and she climbs up and her way too thin arms are above her head, holding onto the deck above her, and she’s ready to jump, but she doesn’t… and when she starts to get back down, she slips and almost falls. She sits down on that chair there, the wind blowing through her hair, and she hugs herself, rocks, and cries.

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