I'm coming home, I'm coming home.
Tell the world I'm coming home.
Dave sat quietly on his bed, alone again in the apartment. He picked up his cellphone and redialed the number; he was calling phone he knew would never pick up. Still, he sat in silence.
Hey, you've reached Dirk Strider. Sorry I'm out right now, leave a message and I'll get back to you. Bye.
Tears stained his cheeks as the message replayed. Dirk Strider. His brother, who had left him 17 years ago, with no explanation why.
He never called, he never wrote...and he never came back. He was too young at the time to understand.
He was too young to understand why big brother Dirk was leaving him alone.
He was too young to understand why big brother Dirk didn't come home that night.
He was too young to understand why big brother Dirk never came back.
Let the rain wash away, all the pain of yesterday.
I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes.
The rain poured outside as Dirk ran down the street. His glasses were shattered and nearly in pieces on his face; his hat, torn and bent as well.
He was soaked to the bone without a jacket or umbrella, but he continued to run. He couldn't feel what was rain, and what was tears.
His orange eyes burned with an unstoppable flame.
Nobody would get in his way.
I'm coming home.
The young boy stood from the bed and stretched, running an arm across his face in an attempt to stop the flow of tears.
Walking across the darkened room, he reached the bathroom door, pushing it open.
He stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection.
Did he look like Dirk? Or did he look totally different?
Maybe they were identical.
I'm coming home
He turned into the apartment building, passing the elevator.
As he took the stairs 3 at a time, his mind began to reel.
Would Dave be happy to see him?
Hell, would he even remember who he was?
What would he do if he didn't?
Or if he hated him even?
Tell the world I'm coming...
A pounding on the door disturbed his thoughts. Moving slowly, he walked to the door.
Pulling it open, he stared at the man, dripping wet from the rain and gasping for breath, like he'd run a marathon.
Both boys said nothing for the longest time.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Dirk smiled.
Standing straight, he fixed his hat and glasses.
"Hey, bro."
Home.