“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 will 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; Her 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”
