She walks to (Ab)school with the (Bbm7)lunch she packed.

No bod y (Ab)knows what she’s hold in’ back.

Wear in’ the (Ab)same dress she wore yes ter day,

she hides the (Ab)bruis es with the (Bbm7)lin en and lace, oh.

The teach er (Ab)won ders, but she (Bbm7)dle does n’t ask.

It’s hard to (Ab)see the pain be (Bbm7)hind the mask.

Bear ing the (Ab)bur den of a (Bbm7)se cret storm,

some times she (Ab)wish es she was (Bbm7)be nev er born.

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone in a world that she can’t rise a bove.

But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she’s loved.

Con crete an gel.

Some bod y (Ab)cries in the mid (Bbm7)shad of the night.

The neigh bors (Ab)hear, but they turn (Bbm7)out the lights.

A frag ile (Ab)soul caught in the (Bbm7)hands of fate.

When morn ing (Ab)comes, es it ’ll (Bbm7)world too for late.

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone in a world that she can’t rise a bove.

But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she’s loved.

Con crete an gel.

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