They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child
Young Soujirou felt a sharp pang of pain as the man's shoe connected squarely with his
jaw, and the bitter taste of blood once again invaded his mouth. He wanted to cry out,
but he knew from experience that it would just make things worse. Instead did what he
always did. Soujirou smiled. The older man, his "father" spat on him, "That'll teach
you, you little bastard." He walked away, leaving Soujirou alone, still laying on the
ground trying to recover from the blows. He wanted to cry, he wanted to call out for
help, he wanted to be loved, but none of that mattered, no one cared. All he could do
was smile.
Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh
Soujirou shivered. He listened to the familiar sounds of wildlife as he tried to sleep on
the cold hard soil. He was used to these accommodations, and had grown slightly
accustomed to sleeping outside, but it still frightened him. Looking at the stars he
began to doze off. Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up and everything will be different, I'll be
with my real parents, and they'll love me... but Soujirou wished for that every night, yet
always awoke to the harsh yelling and orders of his family. As he slept, the small
smile left his face, and once more he tossed and turned his way through a nightmare-
ridden sleep.
It's all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
You're daddy's good girl, and don't tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you'll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing
But the next morning went just like the morning before, and the one before that as
well. Soujirou awoke to yet another day of ceaseless work, abuse, and hate. To him,
another day just meant more injuries to tend to. But Soujirou did it all with a smile;
hiding himself behind it...if I smile then they won't notice me...
Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh
Fate. Maybe fate led him along this path. He tended to his injuries yet again, because
seemingly he could do nothing to satisfy his family. He got up when he heard a shout.
Curiosity overtook him, as he ran into the woods. What he saw startled him, a man,
attacking a police officer. He knew he was in danger, so he tried to get away, but the
man saw him anyway. Frightened and fearing for his life, Soujirou could only watch as
the man advanced on him. Surely he was going to kill him to. So Soujirou did the only
thing that he could do. He smiled...
No, Hell Is For Children
"The strong survive and the weak have to die." He remembered Shi-shi-o's words as he
stood there in the rain. Soujirou gripped the sword in his hands as he looked down at
the bodies of his fallen family members. The sword was bloody, as was the ground.
Soujirou realized that he was covered in blood too, but it wasn't his blood, it was...it
was...
Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell Is For Children
So he just stood there, letting the rain fall down on his head. Letting it wash
everything away...wishing that the rain would just wash it all away...but he knew that
it wouldn't. The blood would never go away. He was stained, marked. He was a
murderer and knowing that hurt like Hell, it hurt so bad. It choked him, tore his
insides apart, and forced tears to his eyes. But then, a refreshing numbness came over
him. I am not afraid, I am strong. The strong survive and the weak die. "After all"
Soujirou whispered again "the world is a survival of the fittest" And I will never be
weak, never again...
Soujirou smiled, and it didn't hurt anymore.
-Hinoto
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"Hell is for Children" Written by: Pat Benatar, Neil Geraldo, and R. Capps
@Copyright 1980 by Big Tooth Music, Muscle Tone Music
Soujirou is owned by...well...his people...
That was my first attempt at a songfic. Actually, it was my first attempt at a fic peroid
, so don't hurt me! I might come back and fix this fic up one day, I know it could be
better. >=\ *sigh* oh well...till then!