He walks alone with the things hes made
Noboby knows what hes holding back
Wearing the same suit he wore yesterday
He hides the bruises with linen and lace, oh

Eriks fingers clutched around his latest invention and stepped onto the porch. He held it up high above his head. He had taken several spoons and hung them from a hanger from his mothers closet. He let the wind blow around it and the spoons tinkled against each other. The boy smiled.

The preacher wonders but he dosen't ask
Its hard to see the pain behind his mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes he wishes he was never born

Behind him the door flew open. He spun around and hid his hands behind his back. "What are you doing out here?" she demamded, "Someone could see you, get inside now!" she yanked his arm so hard he cried out in pain. His invention slipped out of his fingers and fell loudy to the floor. His mother glared down at him and he stood like a thief caught red handed. "You stole from me again!" She raised her hand high above her head and brought it down hard on the small boys face. The force of her blow caused him to fly into the counter where he slid downa and curled on the floor, bracing himself for her fury. She stormed over and kicked him hard again and again. Then it stopped.

Through the wind and the rain
he stands hard as a stone
in a world that he can't rise above
but his dreams give him wings
and he flies to a place where he's loved

He looked up in disbelief, it usally didnt end this soon. His sobbed in horror when he saw her slidng a knife from the knife rack. She turned to him with pure hate in her eyes. "No, mommy please no!" he begged crawling towards the door. But she steped over him and locked it. She reached down and tore the white mask from his face."No mama, please, please, no" he begged his voice cracking, tears streamed down his face. "I can't look at that face any longer" she said raising the knife a little higher.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they blow out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be to late.

A small girl was playing in her yard when her ball went over the fence adn into the cementary. She watched it bounce into a tangle of tall grass. She looked at her house and went out her gate. She hurried quickly through the graveyard and slipped carefully through the tall grass. Her ball was resting on a grave. It was a little angel looking up and a smaller headstone. She went over to it cursorily and rubbed away the grime to reveil hand etched words :
Erik
Born-1831
Died-1838

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel child with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot.

He was only seven years old. That was her age now. she felt pitty for him. She looked around and went over to the grass and began to tug and pull it all up. When she was done you could see the forgotten grave from any angle in the cementary. She sat down next to the angel and said "Hello Erik, my name is Christine..."

Through the wind and the rain
he stands hard as a stone
in a world that he can't rise above
but his dreams give him wings
and he flies to a place where he's loved
Concrete Angel