A/N: This filk is to the tune of "L'Un Vers L'Autre" from Les Misérables: The Original French Concept Album. It may be the beginning of a longer story, I'm not sure yet. And I know it's not very good, sorry. That's why I'd like to ask you to please edit it and point out linguistic and other errors (English is not my native language). Thanks in advance!
Music by Claude-Michel Schönberg; original lyrics by Alain Boublil
Two
kids can have no votes yet--
this thought can even help
2Face
and Yago forget
the votes they cast themselves.
We're still
second-class, so no one has to care for what we say--
beside this
great truth, all of their old diff'rences fade away...
Even
here, even now: when you're their age,
there are things you can
get with one word.
But you must fight for these when you're our
age,
'cause they're still pretty rare in our world.
Such
as the right to see
your parents, or the right
to get respect
for free,
change names without a fight.
And
if we're lucky now
and get such things somehow,
then that's
just luck, all right.
Dignity
is your right when you're their age,
and that helps, even helps
you bear the hurt.
Dignity comes so hard when you're our
age,
when you don't have a role in your world.
But
if there're two of us,
then what we can't receive
we can
still always give...
So we don't
have to wait till we're their age:
even now, what we feel can be
heard
by a kid more or less close to our age--
by you, and no
one else in this world.