Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar at all or Waiting on the World to Change by John Mayer.

A/N: I personally love this song and this idea popped into my mind. ENJOY! And this is going to be a collection of song-fics. I'm not the kind of person that listens to music that's popular. I go with what I love and most of the songs I pick will mean something to me personally and I hope you'll connect to them as I have over my years.

Review for any suggestions for songs. Thank you!

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A classic morning dawned upon the South Pole once again. A little girl of only the mere age of eight frolicked through the newly fallen snow to her grandmother.

"Gran Gran!" Her sweet innocent voice radiated throughout the small village. All the women of the tribe smiled at the girl and waved 'hi' as she whizzed past them. True to the definition of a kid, the childish girl goofily waved back and tackled her grandmother.

"Katara!" Her grandmother scolded, "You know better than to push your Gran Gran into the snow when she's cooking." The sea prunes she was cooking were all over the snow.

"But, I learnt a new waterbending move!" She gleefully jumped up and down and was about to demonstrate when her grandmother shook her head.

"Not now, Katara." She pushed her away, "I'm busy."

The solemn girl walked away with her head hung down. "Sorry."

Me and all my friends,

We're all misunderstood.

They say we stand for nothing,

And there's no way we ever could.

"You, Katara, are destined for great things. I know it." Kya kissed her three-year old daughter and smiled as she tucked her in.

"Good night, Mom." The older Katara mumbled in her sleep from her dream.

Now we see everything that's going wrong,

With the world and those who lead it.

We just feel like we don't have the means,

To rise above and beat it.

"Don't you want to be part of this world, Sokka?" An older Katara shouted at her brother after he insulted her waterbending. "Don't you want to help take the Fire Nation out?" Her determined stare bore a hole through her brother but faded into shock when her brother shot her down.

"We can't do anything, Katara. Not even you and your crazy magic." He ripped a piece of jerky from his hand and chewed it loudly.

"Ugh!" Katara grunted disgustingly and stormed off.

Now if we had the power,

To bring our neighbors home from war,

"He's gone." Sokka whispered as he stared at the Water Tribe ships in the distance. One of those ships carried his brave father.

"He'll come back." Katara encouraged hopefully though deep down she couldn't guarantee it. The siblings stood on the glacier, crying for their dear father.

They would have never missed a Christmas,

No more ribbons on their door.

It was the yearly Moon Festival in honor of the spirit of Moon for teaching their ancestors waterbending. All the fathers were supposed to dance with their daughters and mothers with their sons. All the women of the tribe were dancing with their young two year old sons while Katara and Sokka glumly sat on the side.

It's not that we don't care.

We just know that the fight ain't fair.

"The Avatar will come." Katara thought to herself, "You just have to wait." She hugged her knees and sat in the corner of her igloo rocking herself to sleep.

"Wait for the world to change." She kissed her knee and prayed to her mother for the rest of the night.

So we keep on waiting.

Waiting on the world to change.