Everyday I talk to this concrete angel, but I never hear a reply
maybe because my concrete angel is the silent type
Everyday I bring her flowers and lay them at her feet
Hoping I will get a sign that she is listening to me
She guards a piece of my heart I will never reveal
She protects me from the pain brought with her arrival
Her blank eyes give me advice because I need to know
how to move on from her prisoner below
Her eyes are blank, but give a deathly glare
her wings are frozen and never aired,
but they're as strong as the dove flying past these many years
as the time passes my wounds don't heal
maybe because instead of numbing the pain, I insist to feel
Every night I cry in my pillow waiting for the day
when I can leave this world and see my mum again
