One night while listening to this song, this idea came to me. In all reality, this song is a very happy song, a very sweet and loving song. Nothing like what I make it here. I don't own Newsies, Disney does. I also do not own the lyrics to these songs as they are copyrighted to Emily Loizeau, under the title "I'm Alive."
I'm Alive
In each little thing I do
I can find a piece of you
In each twist of time
In each twist of mind
That I find to think of you
I'm alive
It's so strange to be alive
He twisted the paper in his hands, not caring that the words were smudged, or that he was ruining the last piece he had of her. The sun was shining on his docks this morning, the gulls were flying as gaily as ever. And still he was here, staring out into the river. If he looked hard enough, he could almost see her. A gruesome thought, but one that was nonetheless comforting to his young soul.
When I go to sleep at night
And I'm scared and there's no light
And I know one day
I'll be in my grave
When I think that I'll lose you
I'm alive
It's so strange to be alive
Another day, another dime. Another nickel in his pocket, stashed away. For nothing this time. For a someday that would come...He hugged his pillow tightly. They didn't know about her, and they never would. He couldn't show emotion. Well, he could, but not this. Not weakness. The twisted piece of paper from that morning was tucked snugly in the pocket of his shirt, never to see the light of day again. His last reminder.
Could we stay around
Like a big blue sea
That has been around
For some billion centuries
'Cause I think I could do
With a trip with you
On the big blue sea
For some billions centuries
It might take me two thousand years
Not to sing this song in tears
'Cause I feel so small
In this big black hole
And you're the one that makes me feel
I'm alive
It's so strange to be alive
How ironic that it was raining. They stood there, the ladies with their umbrellas, the gentlemen holding them upright. No one shed a tear. No one but him, which were cleverly disguised by the droplets of rain kissing his face. It was her, and she was sad. A choked sob escaped his lips, and one woman turned to the source of the noise, seeing him. Her eyes caught his, a knowing tale, and she returned to her former state. It was a grand affair, one she would have been proud of. Something he'd never be able to give her, even if she had stayed.
Could we stay around
Like a big blue sea
That has been around
For some billions centuries
'Cause I think I could do
With a trip with you
On the big blue sea
For some billion centuries
In a box underneath his bed there lay a picture, a broken shoestring, a silver spoon with an ivory handle, and a piece of lace. She'd always been a fighter, which had resulted in her meeting him in the first place, due to a broken shoestring, which he'd fixed, determined to send her on her way. She'd brought him dinner, and forgotten the utensil. He'd been meaning to give it back to her. The lace from her dress that night, when it had torn on a nail in a rush of passion.
But her daddy now is dead
And she wishes that she'd said
All these loving words
'Cause they only hurt
Now she knows that it's too late
And she's alive
It's so strange to be alive
These things he laid by her head. These things that meant the world to him, these things that were her own. She'd been deceived, she'd been wronged. She couldn't fix it, and she'd seen only one option left. She hadn't run to the arms that would have held her, doing everything in their power to make it right, even if it wasn't much.
Could we stay around
Like a big blue sea
That has been around
For some billions centuries
'Cause I think I could do
With a trip with you
On the big blue sea
For some billions centuries
She stared back at him, her eyes lifeless, her body limp, floating in the East River. That's where he'd found her that night, white dress illuminated by the lights along the docks. He had been meeting her there, she had to have known her would go looking for her. He hadn't needed to go far, only jump in.