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
To join them for a few hours
And her courage is palpable
She draws a strength that only
She thinks only of the future
From the top of her ivory tower
She watches the day after
He'd worked for twenty years
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
It's the climb into misery
He's kicked out of his flat
The first nights on the street
He didn't fear his future anymore
He tells himself we stop being afraid
Once we've got nothing left
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
It doesn't happen only to others
They amputate both his legs
Thinking back to that night
Then stops going over and over
He even wants to play sports again
And watches the day after
Those who carry their cross
Those who refuse their fate
And those who turn the need to believe
Those who can see the day after
And those who didn't make it