Disclaimer: I don't own Winx Club or Concrete Angel.
Hey. I wrote this just now. I modified the words of the song a bit. Skid and Scum will appear again in the biography of Riven's childhood that I'm writing.
Drama
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He runs to school with the lunch he stole
Nobody knows what he's holding back
The skinny boy hurried into the shabby, run-down building. A brown paper bag with a hole in the bottom was clutched in his small hands.
Wearing the same rags he wore yesterday
He hides the bruises with the tattered cloth
He wore that grubby t-shirt yesterday too, mused Scum as he watched over the kids of the street. It was unusual of course, half of them did, anyway. Not that you could call it a t-shirt.
The others wonder but they do not ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
"Hey-hey, Riven?"
"Yeah?" Came the quiet reply.
"Err…Nothing."
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes he wishes he was never born
Why did it have to be him?
Through the wind and the rain he stands hard as a stone
In a world that he can't rise above
"Please…please…please don't hurt me."
But his dreams give him wings
And he'll fly to a place
Where he's loved
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Concrete Angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
Mother hears but she turns out the light
The brat was crying again. She rolled over in bed, listening to the comfortable heart beat of the man next to her and the quiet sobbing of the boy downstairs.
"Darling?" The man groaned, turning over in bed.
"Go and shut him up will you?" As he got out of bed, she turned the light off.
The boy's screams lulled her to sleep.
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
I, Riven, of being stout mind and hurt body, do hereby leave everything I own to be divided between Scum and Skid. Tell them Thanks for everything.
Through the wind and the rain he stands hard as a stone
In a world that he can't rise above
"I can't do this anymore."
But his dreams give him wings
And he'll fly to a place
Where he's loved
Concrete Angel
His statue stands in a shaded place
An angel child with a down-cast face
His name is written on a weathered rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
"Rest in peace."
Through the wind and the rain he stands hard as a stone
In a world that he can't rise above
But his dreams give him wings
And he'll fly to a place
Where he's loved
Concrete Angel
Here lies Riven
Though to dust you returned, make your soul shine on.