She walks to school with the launch she packed
nobody knows what she's holding back
wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
she hides the bruises with linen and lace
Ohohhhh
A little boy about five looked up at the dark sky. He had to get home before it started to rain. If the groceries got wet he would get beaten. He was still bleeding form last night and his stomach felt weird. Any way his teacher was getting nosy he couldn't afford to go in on Monday with a broken finger, again. Also wet groceries meant no food witch he needed. He hadn't eaten any thing in about a week and it was not enough for a mouse.
the teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
it hard to see the pain behind the mask
bearing the burden of secret storm
some times she wishes she was never born
"BOY! The food is wet" roared a red whale of a man.
" I am sorry sir, it started to rain on the way home" said the little boy huddle as far as possible for the robust man
"You should have walked faster" He said advancing on the young boy and slamming him into the wall. A sickening crack was herd. The little boy let out a pain filled scream. He fell to the floor clutching his arm.
through the wind and the rain she stand hard as a stone
in world that she can't rise above
but her dreams give her wings and
she flies to a place were she loved
concrete angel
The whale man picked the little boy up and dragged him down to the basement. Where his shirt was removed showing scars, new and old brusies, cuts, and oddly angled ribs. The beating that fallowed lasted four hours. Of course the neighbors hear. I mean how couldn't with the amount that the little boy was screaming. No one did any thing to help.
somebody cries in the middle of the night
the neighbors here but they turn out the light
a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
when morning comes it will be to late
The little boy was dragged back upstairs barley conches. He was thrown into the cupboard under the stairs. Thoughts running through his head as the latch was clicked into place. 'Why why why I have never done anything wrong,' he pleaded to himself.' Your just a nasty freak with deserves every thing he got,' said the little voice in his head. The last thought he had as tears flowed down his cheeks before darkness took hold was ' if I die my parents will be able to love me again and I will be free of my personal hell'
In a large castle in Scotland sirens went off in the headmasters office altering him of problems with the wards at Privet Drive. The old man quickly floo'd two other professors they left the castle.
As thy apperated to Privet Drive they walk up the dark lane leading to number four. The house was ordinary like all the other house. The younger male black clad professor said a simple unlocking charm. The first thing to notice is a pool of blood leaking out from under the stair cupboard. Quickly opening the cupboard they find the saddest sight any of them had ever seen.
through the wind and the rain she stand hard as a stone
in world that she cant rise above
but her dreams give her wings and
she flies to a place were she loved
concrete angel
The statue stands in a shaded place
an angel girl with an upturned face
her name is written in a polished rock
a broken heart the world forgot
There in front of them was the mangled form of five year old Harry Potter, dead with tear stains on his cheeks.
through the wind and the rain she stand hard as a stone
in world that she cant rise above
but her dreams give her wings and
she flies to a place were she loved
concrete angel
In a white zone filled with happy people a small boy with bright green eyes is surrounded by the only thing he ever wanted. His family.
The characters are from J.K. Rowling. Yes this is a disclaimer
The song in 'Concrete Angel' by Martina McBride
