Soundtrack Of My Life...

My life can be explained through my talent... Sometimes it doesn't turn out as I want it to. But since I met her... I can't help but break out into song.

So here we go everyone...Chapter 9 as promised. I don't mean to be ungrateful, but my story traffic says that this story gets lots of views...so where are my reviews? Thank you to all my lovely people for reviewing. This chapter is dedicated to HughLaurieLover...Your review was truly amazing...But I do not see myself as a gifted or talented writer. But I'm glad you do :D

DISCLAIMER: I do not own House, David Shore does. I would love to own House, I would stop House and Cuddy pussyfooting around each other and get them together. I also do not own the lyrics to Father's Eyes, Amy Grant does. I am simply playing with them, I get no profit.

Chapter 9– Father's Eyes

Rachel POV (Age 13/14)

I may not be every mothers dream for her little girl,

That's an understatement.

I don't know why, but ever since I became a teenager, I rebelled against everything my parents wanted from me.

Drugs, alcohol, smoking...I don't even know why.

I think it was just because I knew my parents wouldn't approve.

My mom always wanted a girly girl, but I'm not like that.


And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.

I'm not exactly pretty.


But that's all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray:
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say,

I want them to see....

She's got her father's eyes,
Her father's eyes;

I find it funny that Dad isn't my biological father, but I have eyes really similar to his.


Eyes that find the good in things,
When good is not around;

Dad sees the good in the hopeless people.

He doesn't see what they are,, but what they could be.

I think I'm like that.


Eyes that find the source of help,
When help just can't be found;

I guess my dad is just a genius.


Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;

You'll laugh, because if you know my dad, you know him as an ass.

But he holds himself back.

He really is sensitive, he can see everything.


Knowing what you're going through
And feeling it the same.

He feels our pain.

When Isaac was ill last fall, Dad cried out in pain because of what he was going through.


Just like my father's eyes,
My father's eyes,
My father's eyes,
Just like my father's eyes.
Creepy isn't it? My eyes are just like my dad's with no DNA tying us together.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

But I need to change, before I lose the respect of my parents.