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

song (c) Martina McBride

angel girl :: [link]
angel wings :: [link]
little girl :: [link]
orange texture 1 :: [link]
orange texture 2 :: [link]
blue-green texture :: [link]
blue texture :: [link]

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