Thursday, December 13, 2012

Concrete Angel

When Katana was in third grade at Paragon Charter Academy, one of the teachers thought it would be great to have a talent show. Both of my lovely daughters participated in this event and worked really hard to master some songs that aren't so easy. This is the one my precious little third grader sang. Last night, I told my darling high school junior that she doesn't have to be in choir next year if she chooses that course of action.  She wouldn't be in choir this year if I hadn't thrust it on her. Choir saved me in high school. My best memories from junior high and high school are related to my choir activities and my choir family. Sadly, hers aren't.  Not because she doesn't love singing. (Hang out at my house on any given day for ten minutes and you'll hear her start to sing at some point.) Her choir director doesn't have the love for the students that my choir directors had.  They put us first. Hers puts his political agenda first.
"Concrete Angel"
Martina McBride
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

[Repeat Chorus]

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

[Repeat Chorus]


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