Heart of glass, wings of lead, feet and body carved from stone, sinking instead of flying.
Eyes of dirt, that crumbles and thrown into the air.
Hair of growing grass, mouth of diamond, and my blood is oil, I bleed black.
The ground is all I fear, for when it hits me, I will shatter and it looms
nearer, and nearer in every second.
I now realize I'm not falling down but soaring up.
I am a cement angel.
My glass heart is shattered and my wings no longer move.
My eyes now are empty and my diamond lips have cracked.
My hair has now died and my blood is all drained out.
My world crashed in front of me and my loved ones, taken away.
And I here fall, with nothing at all,
and have nowhere else to stay.
But through fire and ice, I will try to fly, even with my broken wings.
Because that is who I am, and who will forever be.
I am a cement angel.

We’re not cut out to fit in this world
Where everyone’s living a sugar coated lie
Men are being slaughtered everyday
Yet we’re still rendering life without taste or feel for our soldiers
You see it’s all a show
Filled with so many deceptions and misconceptions
The numbness is spreading

Why so ignorant?
Why so naive?
Why so blind?

It fills my eyes with fury
Homes demolished
Lives diminished

It’s the end of the day and what have we accomplished?
The same monotonous thing
Whereas
Our men have been carrying all our burdens and woes
Our men have been fighting and bleeding for our freedom
Our men stand tall in the streets, and bleed without a sound

Now tell me again,
What have we accomplished?

That’s right,
I’m going to war.

I’m French. And since yesterday, I guess it’s enough to understand how I feel.

I learned about the attacks on Paris as soon as it happened. And I can’t get them out of my head since.

It’s not just a fact, it’s an emotion. A feeling. That everything you ever fought for mean nothing. That peace is just a concept, and will never be reality.

I know, that horrible things happen every day, every moment, everywhere. But I never had to face it, ever. I’m a young adult, and I never felt insecure in my country. I never saw war. And I always thought that I never will.

But is it real? Is it possible, is it really happening right now?

I’m afraid.

And I will never give up.

Just give me a little time to only think about my country, my freedom. Give me a little time to cry, and think.

It happened again
Just like we both knew it would
Yet you still left me alone with him

He didn't hit me this time
He might as well have
Words hurt too you know

Please don't worry i am doing fine
You were never much of a mother to me any ways