Concrete Angel

CONCRETE ANGEL

One-shot for NewClassic'sone-shot contest! ENJOY!

Word count- 1, 565 (Or more I lost count somwhere so I had to start again and then I forgot what number I was on like 50 so I went back and counted from where I was from 20 so....ya!)
Song- Concrete Angel by Martina McBride

This is before and after the war to free the slave's so ya before its in Shelia's p.o.v and after in Max's p.o.v try not to get confused. And call me a raciast and your dead like my Gran always says. 'It doesn't matter the color an assholes and asshole!' Hehe. I love my Gran!

Concrete Angel-
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh

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 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
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