SiriMeyers0731
Winx Fairy
 
Posts : 12
Age : 32
Location : Madera, CA, USA
 | Subject: Song Lyrics  Tue Dec 16, 2014 5:26 pm | |
| Hello Everyone:
I wrote a song recently about a customer of mine from several months back who was in a not-so-great environment at home and the only reason I know about it is because when she was on the phones with me, I had to hear a lot of the commotion that was going on in the home. I showed this customer winx club and it really was winx that saved a person's sanity. Well the actual story was not aired on the local news channels, it might as well have been because of just how it turned out. At least her peers let her off easy compared to what I have seen in some cases. The name of the Customer was changed for safety reasons. Let this be a reminder to everyone that you might be able to help someone even if you don't know the full story of what's going just by being there. Enjoy. A quick note: the band "Dual Core" was my inspiration for writing this song the way I did usig concepts and ways of describing things. Thanks DC for the idea.
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“Hear Them Talking”
Things are better now, it was making me insane. Do my best with the details, forget about my name. It was chance, I’m no girl to be admired, I just took a stance wouldn’t say I was inspired. Kept to myself in every situation prior, used to work with computers but was forced to retire. Found my fav show in a swift act of bravery, for now, we’ll say the full story is escaping me. Either way it came to be, fell in love with Winx Club, so it’s plain to see, I don’t need attention I try to show CARE you see, but this guy at a customer site is making it hard. I hear dishes being broken, doors being slammed, the screams carry through the lines to echoes expand. His friends and that girl and that half of a man, then there’s me feeling powerless creating a plan.
Yo, I hear them talking the voice in my head is saying use caution; the walls are too thin and leave me no option. Now I hear them yelling, it was her fault, well there’s no telling. Winx help us, maybe I can help her.
One day in the hallway, here’s where the story’s from, in a zone sitting all alone it’s that girl, A look of hope from the shows that she talks about, I can tell she knows that she’s found a way out. We spent months online showing all the tricks I knew, from watching Winx online to fan forums too, and fan art development, community posts too, the girl was a natural, she knew just what to do. The student passed the teacher, admiring her posts, formed a common bond, she confided in our chats, she told me she would run if she had no other way, and that she got hit for everything, even bad grades, so she stayed, she endured things women shouldn’t stayed safe on the sites with her safe haven being tooken, no idea how she took it and just played along, I’ll always remember, the girl’s name, Jennette.
Yo, I hear them talking the voice in my head is saying use caution; the walls are too thin and leave me no option. Now, I hear them screaming, continued in the morning what had started in the evening, everybody’s trapped, meaning nobody’s leaving.
Now, on that day, there was no return from school, turn the TV on and there’s Jennette on the news. She and five friends had got caught up in their haste to emulate Winx Club and escape reality. Jennette’s friends took their resolution from the class, but their peers thought they were lenient in giving Jennette her fate, they let her go unhurt in the verdict that was published, but Jennette was well aware of the extent that she’d be punished. Her father home schooled her, basically a curse. After that she disappeared, had me fearing for the worst. The father was the suspect, convicted in the end, saddened and assumed we’d never hear of Jennette again, months turned to years and the odds grew further rare, then yesterday I got a note I knew it was from her, the normal cue of PMs but this one thread differed, it had two words and they said “Thanks Krystal”.
Yo, I hear them talking the voice in my head is saying use caution; the walls are too thin and leave me no option. Now, I’m hearing nothing, the burden of the silence and the memories it summons, another I.T. case solved by a girl with nothing.
If you ever ask why. If you never say die. Please let me see you put your fist up when determined not to give up i got to make her proud out when I’m waving to the crowd. Please let me see you put you fists up, always fair well when determined not to give up. | |
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