All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair . All parents damage their children. This was their life together. Neglect.Violence. Silence . "Somebody cries in the middle of the night, the neighbours hear but they turn out the lights. A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate. When morning comes, it'll be too late. Bearing the burden of a secret storm, sometimes she wishes she was never born... Though the wind and the rain, She stands hard as a stone, In a world that she can't rise above. But her dreams gave her wings, And she files 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 forgots..." Concrete Angel's Video
