The three boys turned around to see three girls standing before them. Them three girls were Amelia, Emma, and Grace. These were the girls they were meeting. Daniel's voice was shaking but he managed to get some words out: "Hi. How are you?" He said, almost stumbling on his words. "We're fine thankyou. So where are we going?" Amelia replied, giving them her most angelic smile. "Erm, anywhere toi want!" Daniel answered her, still stammering. "How about the sweet shop? We haven't been there for a while." Emma asked, montrer a smile too. "Yeah, sure!" Tommy replied to her, looking at the other two boys for agreement. They decided they would do exactly that, so they took a stroll to 'The Olde Sweet Shoppe'.
After a few minutes of walking they passed the fruit stalls, with Old Jim, the owner. He spoke to everyone and everyone knew who he was. Jim was a lonely man but still always managed to make others feel welcome. Jonathan thought he would say a quick hello. "Hello Jim! How's it going today? Sold much?" Jonathan asked politely.
"Well toi know, the usuals. Where toi lot heading? Anywhere nice?" Jim asked curiously.
"Oh, just the sweet shop. Do toi want us to get some for you?" Tommy asked nicely. "No thanks, but here's some money for toi lot to share. Spend it well." Jim a dit generously. "Thankyou Jim!" They all said. Jim was such a kind man. He didn't have much money, and even when he did, he gave it away to people less fortunate than him, ou just people he cared for very much.
Tommy took the money and the five of them spent half an heure in the sweet shop. As soon as toi step into the doorway, toi can't help but stop and stare. The shelves were packed with many varieties of colours - from pinks to purple, to oranges to yellow. Every single kind of sweet was up there with every single colour. To choose what ones toi wanted was a nightmare. "What are toi getting Emma?" Amelia asked her, as she peered over at the millions of sweets Emma's eyes were glued to. "I'm sure. I might not get any - there's so many to choose from." She replied, undecided, "Actually, I might just get the citron Drops, what do toi think?" Amelia was not really listening, as she was too busy gazing at Daniel in the corner. "Amelia! Stop staring at loverboy over there, and help me decide!" Emma laughed.
"Sorry! I was just staring at the sweets actually, not Daniel!" She said, trying her hardest to look innocent but toi could see she was lying. Emma was about to reply when the boys interrupted them. "Have toi decided then? We've got to get back soon." Tommy asked the girls.
"Yeah, I think we are." Emma replied as she smiled sweetly. They stepped up to the counter and bought the sweets they wanted. Grace was about to pay for hers when she realised she was a few pennies short. "Oh, I must of dropped some of my money." She said, a bit embarrassed. "Oh don't worry, I've got some." Jonathan generously offered. Grace was so amazed that he had actually spoke to her she had only managed to get out one word.
"Thanks."
After a few minutes of walking they passed the fruit stalls, with Old Jim, the owner. He spoke to everyone and everyone knew who he was. Jim was a lonely man but still always managed to make others feel welcome. Jonathan thought he would say a quick hello. "Hello Jim! How's it going today? Sold much?" Jonathan asked politely.
"Well toi know, the usuals. Where toi lot heading? Anywhere nice?" Jim asked curiously.
"Oh, just the sweet shop. Do toi want us to get some for you?" Tommy asked nicely. "No thanks, but here's some money for toi lot to share. Spend it well." Jim a dit generously. "Thankyou Jim!" They all said. Jim was such a kind man. He didn't have much money, and even when he did, he gave it away to people less fortunate than him, ou just people he cared for very much.
Tommy took the money and the five of them spent half an heure in the sweet shop. As soon as toi step into the doorway, toi can't help but stop and stare. The shelves were packed with many varieties of colours - from pinks to purple, to oranges to yellow. Every single kind of sweet was up there with every single colour. To choose what ones toi wanted was a nightmare. "What are toi getting Emma?" Amelia asked her, as she peered over at the millions of sweets Emma's eyes were glued to. "I'm sure. I might not get any - there's so many to choose from." She replied, undecided, "Actually, I might just get the citron Drops, what do toi think?" Amelia was not really listening, as she was too busy gazing at Daniel in the corner. "Amelia! Stop staring at loverboy over there, and help me decide!" Emma laughed.
"Sorry! I was just staring at the sweets actually, not Daniel!" She said, trying her hardest to look innocent but toi could see she was lying. Emma was about to reply when the boys interrupted them. "Have toi decided then? We've got to get back soon." Tommy asked the girls.
"Yeah, I think we are." Emma replied as she smiled sweetly. They stepped up to the counter and bought the sweets they wanted. Grace was about to pay for hers when she realised she was a few pennies short. "Oh, I must of dropped some of my money." She said, a bit embarrassed. "Oh don't worry, I've got some." Jonathan generously offered. Grace was so amazed that he had actually spoke to her she had only managed to get out one word.
"Thanks."
Ariel from The Little Mermaid
Aurora from Sleeping Beauty
Belle from The Beauty And The Beast
Cinderella from Cinderella
Esmeralda from The Hunchback Of Notre Dame
Jane from Tarzan
Jasmine from Aladdin
Kida from Atlantis: The Lost Empire
Megara from Hercules
Merida from Brave
Mulan from Mulan
Mulan as a Male
Nala from The Lion King
Pocahontas from Pocahontas
Rapunzel from Rapunzel
Snow White from Snow White And The Seven Dwarves
Tiana from The Princess And The Frog
Tinkerbell from Peter Pan
People down every turn
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a couteau in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a couteau in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying par their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will l’amour start?
The jour we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The jour we l’amour too much to kill
The jour others' pain is our pain
The jour we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying par their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will l’amour start?
The jour we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The jour we l’amour too much to kill
The jour others' pain is our pain
The jour we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
