'She's gone again. What do I do now?' Harm sat in their room waiting.
Frank had gone looking this time.
"Harm, did Alecia give you the rings?" Her mother tried to take his mind off what was happening.
"Yes."
"And?"
"Thank you, mom, but I can't marry Mac yet. First of all she has to clean herself up. Then I still have to reach a higher rank. Only then can I propose to her."
"When you do, tell me. Now, tell me a little about my future daughter- in-law." She asked.
Harm looked at her dubiously, but finally agreed. "Mac? Well, she's strong, and intelligent. She's the most loyal person I know. She's loyal to the people she knows and to the Marines. She's positive and thinks things through, but most of all she doesn't give up. I love her so much, mom." He sighed. "I'm nothing without her. She makes me whole and a better person."
"She's wonderful, isn't she?" his mother agreed.
"She's amazing." He corrected.
She smiled, seeing the look in her son's eyes. She's seen that look before, but on a different Harmon Rabb. Her first husband always had that look when she walked into the room and she caught his eyes. She'd make a wonderful addition to the Rabb household. They sat there in silence for a moment. The quietness was eating at him, and Harm went to turn on the radio. He fiddled with the dial, and finally fell on a station. "This song, is the saddest one I've ever heard." The DJ said, "I swear I've never met anyone who could keep dry eyed on this one. It's just too horrific to think of, and the worst is that we know that this happens. Here's Martina McBride with Concrete Angel, on light and easy 46.3 FM."
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
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 lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll 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
Harm's tears couldn't stop falling as he thought of Mac and all that she'd gone through. He said a silent prayer, thanking god that she was still alive unlike the child mentioned in the song. He thought of the song and it's significance on life and how it had altered him. She was his concrete angel, figuratively. She was the foundation he was built on, the very notion of Harmon Rabb Junior, and without her he would wither and die. He looked up at his mother, who too was in tears, probably thinking along the same lines as him, or otherwise just taken in by the song. He fished out his handkerchief and handed it to her, and then looking back at the radio noticing that there was now a happy jingle of a commercial playing, he turned it off. Moments later there was a knock on the door and Harm sprinted to the door and opened it, where he saw Mac lying in the doorman's arms with Frank right behind. "Please put her on the bed," Frank said to the doorman, who obeyed. Harn just stood there numb. It was only hours later that he would collect himself, until then the lyrics and voice of Martina McBride would plague his mind.
"Harm, did Alecia give you the rings?" Her mother tried to take his mind off what was happening.
"Yes."
"And?"
"Thank you, mom, but I can't marry Mac yet. First of all she has to clean herself up. Then I still have to reach a higher rank. Only then can I propose to her."
"When you do, tell me. Now, tell me a little about my future daughter- in-law." She asked.
Harm looked at her dubiously, but finally agreed. "Mac? Well, she's strong, and intelligent. She's the most loyal person I know. She's loyal to the people she knows and to the Marines. She's positive and thinks things through, but most of all she doesn't give up. I love her so much, mom." He sighed. "I'm nothing without her. She makes me whole and a better person."
"She's wonderful, isn't she?" his mother agreed.
"She's amazing." He corrected.
She smiled, seeing the look in her son's eyes. She's seen that look before, but on a different Harmon Rabb. Her first husband always had that look when she walked into the room and she caught his eyes. She'd make a wonderful addition to the Rabb household. They sat there in silence for a moment. The quietness was eating at him, and Harm went to turn on the radio. He fiddled with the dial, and finally fell on a station. "This song, is the saddest one I've ever heard." The DJ said, "I swear I've never met anyone who could keep dry eyed on this one. It's just too horrific to think of, and the worst is that we know that this happens. Here's Martina McBride with Concrete Angel, on light and easy 46.3 FM."
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
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 lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll 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
Harm's tears couldn't stop falling as he thought of Mac and all that she'd gone through. He said a silent prayer, thanking god that she was still alive unlike the child mentioned in the song. He thought of the song and it's significance on life and how it had altered him. She was his concrete angel, figuratively. She was the foundation he was built on, the very notion of Harmon Rabb Junior, and without her he would wither and die. He looked up at his mother, who too was in tears, probably thinking along the same lines as him, or otherwise just taken in by the song. He fished out his handkerchief and handed it to her, and then looking back at the radio noticing that there was now a happy jingle of a commercial playing, he turned it off. Moments later there was a knock on the door and Harm sprinted to the door and opened it, where he saw Mac lying in the doorman's arms with Frank right behind. "Please put her on the bed," Frank said to the doorman, who obeyed. Harn just stood there numb. It was only hours later that he would collect himself, until then the lyrics and voice of Martina McBride would plague his mind.