Disclaimer: I don't own Young Wizards, sadly enough...
A.N: Hey y'all! Sorry this took so long, but you can't rush genius can you? (Kidding folks, just kidding) To the wonderful person who requested one about Nita's dad, I've got the perfect song for it, but I don't know his first name... if anyone knows it I'd appreciate you telling me, 'cause it's sound weird if I called him 'Mr. Callahan' or 'Nita's dad' the whole time.
Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Young girls dying to be on TV
They won't stop 'til they've reached their dreams
Diet pills, surgery
Photoshoped pictures in magazines
Telling them how they should be
It doesn't make sense to me
Daryl sat on his favorite moon crater, staring at the brilliant green and blue orb hanging in front of him. It looked so clean and pure from where he was, but now he knew better. He never regretted coming out of his autism, but nothing could have prepared him for the horrors he'd find waiting on the other side of the wall he had built. Everywhere he looked, the shadow of the Lone Power stared out at him, mocking and tormenting his very soul. No one was happy with themselves anymore. In his wizarding travels, he'd seen many things on other planets, but nothing could compare to the darkness walking just across the street from his home
I everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong
Everyone else just seemed to turn inward from all the horrors of the world; he found this out the first time he expressed his fears to someone else. They all just gave Daryl what he had come to call the 'he's so naive' look and walked away, seemingly oblivious to anything outside their own community, their own private bubble of life.
I guess things are not how they used to be
There's no more normal families
Parents act like enemies
Making kids feel like it's world war III
No one cares, no one's there
I guess we're all just too damn busy
Money's our first priority
It doesn't make sense to me
Even in his own small town, darkness was everywhere. Some classmates came home grumbling about their parents, while others came in with black eyes and bruises but no explanations. Some went home to an empty house every night; a house that was no longer a home to their parents. And everyone just walked through life, absorbed in their own trivial problems, not giving a damn for anyone else.
Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong
Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Rich guys driving big SUV's
While kids are starving in the streets
No one cares
No one likes to share
I guess life's unfair
But none of these could even compare to what he saw on some assignments in the slums of New York. It broke his heart every time he saw an emaciated child not any older than him curled up in a filthy corner covered with yellowing newspapers. As he examined a rock in his hand, Daryl thought back to all the assignments he'd had in the city, thinking of how few volunteers he'd seen in the even fewer soup kitchens scattered throughout the tenements. It infuriated him that so many people could spend so much on cars and clothes, but couldn't give a few hours of their time helping others.
Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something
something is wrong
Daryl got up, wiping his eyes hurriedly with the back of his hand. He stood up straighter and prepared to go back down to that beautiful and terrible planet that was his home. He had work to do.
