Disclaimer I do not own Enjolras or any other character in Les Mis. They all belong to Victor Hugo!This story is completely AU I know Enjolras never had a "True Love" but in my story he does!

The Tomb All Flooded By The Dawn!

I came to repent by the old grave in Paris

For the sins of my past, future and present

It was cold, the weather was not pleasant

As I came to relax in Enjolras' presence

1806-1832

If he'd known when he'd died if he only knew

That all those years later - Someone would be here

To wipe away all the threats and the tears

That his love would be kneeling head in hands at his grave

He'd known that I did it for the life that he gave

To remember all of the blood that they shed

Especially that man with a vest of red "The color of freedom to one and all!"

I could not help but heed his call

"Vive la Republique!" I heard loud and clear

As though Enjolras was standing right here

"Vive la Republique!" I heard his call

"And if I am to die, do not let our flag fall!

Carry it onward, carry it true,

Remember dear France it is carried for you!"

I'm sure that he never thought of someone as I,

Would come to his grave with tears in her eyes

Who's heart breaks with sorrow as I lay flowers down

As I lay flowers down upon the soft ground

Of the Earth where he's buried

Beneath earth and mud

Of the Earth where he's buried

Body and blood

A woman who cries when she hears of his name

And how he dreamed to light that great flame!

A woman who cries on the 5th of June

As the sun disappears and out comes the moon

Who cries because someone she loved so is gone

Who cries out "Oh,God, what have you done?"

We loved each other, he said no matter what our love will grow

Now he lies lonesome and dead beneath moonlight and snow

But it's not love of money

Nor is it love of heart

But it tis love of country that tears us apart

You died for your country

Don't deny it

You died for your country,

But now what of it?

You were so resilient, so stubborn, so sure

You knew your revolution was destined for failure

You were young, you were handsome, intelligent, and free

But all I can ask is "Why couldn't you see?"

I knew why he did it

I knew far too well

My love had tried to make France into Heaven

When France was Hell

I turned on my heel and started to leave

wiping my tears upon my sleeve

I felt a bit sadder than ever before

And I felt I should say just a little bit more

"I love and miss you ,monsieur!" I called

I didn't want to leave, on my knees I did fall

As I left, my heart was full of sad goodbyes

As tears streamed from my eyes

A tall, handsome blonde held the cemetery gate for me

I smiled, he nodded though I did not really see

The man I should have recognized in front of me

Preoccupied with slipping my love's old jacket back on

And when I looked Monsieur Enjolras was gone

And so was that tomb all flooded by the dawn!