Yet she doesn't have a child's life anymore
She's been living for months
Inside these four white walls
She knows exactly what she's got
And she knows exactly what she wants
She goes from one treatment to the next
The treatments, the protocols
While all her friends
Play in the schoolyard
To join them for a few hours
They tell themselves too
She finds some patience
And her courage is palpable
She draws a strength that only
Kids are capable of
She invents stories
She thinks only of the future
She invents hopes
Real life is close
From the top of her ivory tower
She watches the day after
He'd worked for twenty years
Fired overnight
Bought by a big group
A shareholders' story
Several are in his position
With the installments to pay
But without it and without a degree
Far from the codes and far from the city
Finding work is hard
It's the climb into misery
He's kicked out of his flat
The first nights on the street
But later, strangely
He didn't fear his future anymore
That survivors know well
He tells himself we stop being afraid
Once we've got nothing left
He'll pull through soon
He's looking for training
And watches the day after
He's riding back on a scooter
From his twentieth birthday party
Because of a reckless driver
Because of bad weather
It doesn't happen only to others
They amputate both his legs
Thinking back to that night
Then stops going over and over
With his carbon legs
He even wants to play sports again
And watches the day after
The crash victims
The unlucky for a day
Those with no choice
Those who carry their cross
Those who refuse their fate
And change their story
And those who turn the need to believe
Those who can see the day after
And those who didn't make it