Monday, October 24, 2005

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. 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.

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