From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round
It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life
It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life
-- From Disney's, The Lion King, (The Circle of Life)
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The room was silent and damp. You wouldn't be able to believe that once upon a time this city was once a proud one standing upright for all to see. Its people bright and radiant and alive. The room was dark and the rain pitter pattered on the window. Outside felt much the same as inside this room. It was trully a prison, a prison of guilt, of betrayal.
This person ran away when she was needed most, and since then everything fell apart, including the lives of innocent people.
This person was crouched in the corner trying to ignore the pain she had inflicted upon in this city, this humane place which was once peaceful. Sure there was violence, sure there was the unknown forces but it came down to this person, and it was all her fault.
She looked upwards, her eyes dampened from crying again. She felt sad, yet the last few years were probably the best for her. Her daughter was now in school, whenever she could that was, but the downfall was her husband who was determined to help the innocent people of San Fransisco.
There was the sound of the damp and splinted door opening. Light finally touched the walls and the floors of this darkened room. Life was in it again, but the depression was still there.
"Mum?" a small voice said. A little girl stood at the door looking inwards. She was very small, and had messy short brown hair which stuck up in all directions. She was slim, from malnutrition and had a sad and worried look in her eyes. Her brown eyes.
Her clothes were old and tattered, she wore an old looking blue jumper which was too big for her small frame, and a brown and tattered skirt, with burn marks on it.
"Mum?" the small voice repeated. The little girl approached the women sitting in the corner of the room. The little girl passed an unmade bed which had springs sticking up into the ripped and discarded blankets which were scattered upon it. Sitting down before the women she pressed her hand onto the womens.
"Please mum, what's wrong?" the girl asked tears brimming her eyes. The women looked up and tried to smile but couldn't. She was only given visions of what a terrible life her daughter had to endure, and that it was all her fault.
The guilt again.
Innocent people have suffered!
All my fault....
"It's alright Melinda" the women said getting up. She walked towards the window and pressed her slender, dirty hand against the paine of glass. The water and light relfected onto her features.
She wore an old floral dress. Her hair also in a mess, long and frizzy. Her eyes had bags under them from lack of sleep, her nose pointed upwards, her face slender and smooth, roughened from the tough life. Her eyes brown but turning black in the darkness.
The rain was the only sound in the room, the drops of rain hitting the window again. Even day was darkness for everyone, and she couldn't help but believe that it was all her fault.
Tears fell again and hit the window, along with the rain falling. They fell to the floor with an echoing thud.
This day was the same as the day it all began. The rain falling outside, she recalled.
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