A/N: Not beta-d. I don't own House. Written Monday night, posted later because FF was wacky. –Hadley

(Love) Love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Stumbling a little (x2)

The tears streaking down my face

cannot even measure the pain he feels.

What happened here, in this very hospital,

Was the worst tragedy of the century.

I can't feel happy about the finale,

I can't feel sad,

I can't even be angry.

All I can feel are the tears.

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Every drop holds a memory I'd love so desperately to forget,

But he won't, they won't let me.

It's doesn't seem right,

How Cameron, and Chase, and Foreman

Can all be so happy there in the club,

While the brokenhearted gold lies, a wreck, on her side of the bed.

How can anyone smile this night?

The black depression circling our rooms makes it too hard to breathe,

To hard to live, to rejoice, to do anything but

Weep and weep and remember the sorrow of others.

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Remember when Wilson cried?

Remember when he cried on Cuddy's shoulder,

because his angel was dying?

Remember the pain?

And the teardrop on the fire collapses in a panic,

Because love cannot exist in this world,

When the youngest and the purest of intentions

cannot survive.

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Remember when House cried?

Remember when he had the seizure?

Remember when he risked his life to save that of the gone?

Remember when he risked his life for the sake of his best friend?

Remember the horror on everyone's faces,

Everyone's lips,

Everyone's hearts?

--

Don't you remember the desolate screams

Of an oncologist who's depression was slipping out of balance

And of the diagnostic who's pain was just another reason to quit living?

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It's not hard to remember what happened that night.

What's hardest

Is how to forget it.