Hi! I just want to say that I didn't write this story with this purpose. I wrote it long time ago, but when I read it last week I realised that it could be Fantine's life from her days with Tholomyès until her death. So I change the tittle and here I am! Hope you like it :)
My Fantine's song
Hello, is anyone listening?
I still remember the answer yes
Now is only the echo in an empty place
There was a time
When the sky was blue,
And the sun shined
There was a time
When my voice was a song
A happy one
My eyes were a spark
My mind an open door
For the imagination
I used to think about the future
And wich road choose to walk
I used to think about life
About a good life
But it was always only a thought
And I'm here on my own
Sitting curled in the dark
Waiting for the end to come
Cause I'm tired of search the light
And I'm here on my own
I stand up all my life
But now I'm tired to fight
This war alone
I'm tired to fight alone
I used to see the life in colors
I used to laugh all the time
But not now
Now the life is grey, and black
And the laugh hides in my trouble mind.
And I'm here on my own
Sitting curled in the dark
Waiting for the end to come
Cause I'm tired of search the light
And I'm here on my own
I stand up all my life
But now I'm tired to fight
This war alone
I'm tired to fight alone
There was a time
But now isn't there anymore
I don't know why but when I change this by divide it in stanza, but it doesn't change at all! I'm very angry. But oh well, I can't do anything about it, so I'm sorry about that.
If you liked it, please let me know. I really want to know what you think about it. Reviews?
