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NOTE: The following song's might trigger so please make sure you are safe, this is the last warning.

The following song I first heard on the country music station on television at work. It was incredibly hard to listen to and to watch the video. So please be careful.

Concrete Angel: Martina McBride
Written by Stephanie Bentley and Rob Crosby
( Glitterfish Music Inc. / Hopechest Music / Universal Songs of PolyGram.)
From "Greatest Hits", 1999, RCA.

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.
Oh.

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.

Instrumental break.

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.


    Dear Mr. President
                         Jesus


    Dear Mr. Jesus, I just had to write to you
    Something really scared me, when I saw it on the news
    A story 'bout a little girl beaten black and blue
    Jesus, thought I'd take this right to you

    Dear Mr. Jesus, I don't understand
    Why they took her mom and dad away
    I know that they don't mean to hit with wild and angry hands
    Tell them just how big they are I pray

    Please don't let them hurt your children
    We need love and shelter from the storm
    Please don't let them hurt your children
    Won't you keep us safe and warm

    Dear Mr. Jesus, they say that she may die
    Oh I hope the doctors stop the pain
    I know that you could save her and take her up to the sky
    So she would never have to hurt again

    Please don't let them hurt your children
    We need love and shelter from the storm
    Please don't let them hurt your children
    Won't you keep us safe and warm

    Dear Mr. Jesus, please tell me what to do
    And please don't tell my daddy
    But my mommy hits me, too.
    Please don't let them hurt your children...

words and music by Richard Klender
1985 Klenco, Inc. (Klenco Music Group), ASCAP

Please Don't Believe Me
Terry Sue Crawford
Written by Alan O'Day

Verse 1
Jimmy's walking home from school talking with his friend
But when they get to Jimmy's house he can‚t invite him in
Jimmy says his mom's not well and tells his friend good-bye
He keeps a secret as he slowly walks inside

Cause Mom's been drinking and right now she doesn't care
About this awful burden her child must bear, he's begging

Please don't believe me when I say I'm ok
Look a little deeper for the words that I can't say
I'm too small to stand alone, I sure could use a friend
Help me learn to trust someone again
Don't leave me
Please don‚t believe me

Verse 2
There's a house that's dark and quiet where little Amy sleeps
There's footsteps in the bedroom where someone shouldn't be
Somebody whispers I'll hurt you if you tell
Amy keeps the secret and blames it on herself, her smile is just a shell

Please don't believe me when I say I'm ok
Look a little deeper for the words that I can't say
I'm too small to stand alone, I sure could use a friend
Help me learn to trust someone again
Don't leave me
Please don‚t believe me

Bridge

Oh the years fly by for the ones who survive
Till they look like grown ups, and nobody hears them
Nobody hears them cry

Please don't believe me when I say I'm ok
Look a little deeper for the words that I can't say
I'm too small to stand alone, I sure could use a friend
Help me learn to trust someone again
Don't leave me
Please don‚t believe me

Sleep
By Stabbing Westward

She's been here so many times
Before she can't remember
When she last felt anything at all
But this fear and anger
She states intently at the door,
Listens for his footsteps
She knows exactly what's in store
And the knowing makes it worse
When he calls her daddy's little girl,
She doesn't keep him
And when he crushed her
She can't feel her screams are silent
Hides in the corner of her mind
Where she plays contentedly
She leaves this night more far behind
Escapes inside her dreams

Floating high above her bed
Staring at her father's head
Wishing one of them were dead
So this hell could finally end


 

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