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 17 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 once again...Your reviews are truly amazing...You have turned into my inspiration. I think that I have 2 more chapters left until the end...
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 She's Alive In My Heart, Glynn Smith does. I am simply playing with them, I get no profit.
This chapter is based on House's reaction after Cuddy's death and how he deals with the situation.
Chapter 17 – She's Alive In My Heart
She knew she'd be missed,
With my last tender kiss.
I sit here in this hotel room, not bearing to go home, thinking about my soulmate's last moments on earth.
As she slipped away, I kissed her head and held her hand.
Her last words to me were 'See you there.'
Because she knew that I'd miss her so much, that eventually I'll be joining her.
And her memory lives on,
Even though she is gone.
She lives on in our memories, in the faces of the children we made together.
She's with us in the wind and the rain, with each passing day.
I will miss her playful ways,
How she cursed rainy days.
I love the way she used to play along with me when I was being sarcastic.
And how we used to kiss in the rain, just for the hell of it.
The ways that she got mad,
And the good times we had.
We had so much fun together, even when we were rowing.
It used to turn me on when she got angry, I'd want her even more.
Her candle still burns bright,
'Cause her love for me was right.
People envied our love.
She will live on through our love for each other.
And every night in a memory,
She still holds me tight.
I dream at night that she has her arms around me, like we always did in bed together.
I wake up to find that she's gone, and it was just my old decrepit mind playing tricks on me again.
It was in the vows we made,
And the love that she gave.
She's alive in my heart,
In the memories I saved.
She's saved in my memory forever.
Etched on my heart like a tattoo.
The memories she gave us all.
Keeps her alive in our hearts.
She smiled when she was sad,
And she treated no one bad.
Though her body ached with pain,
She couldn't hide the love she had.
As she got sicker and sicker, she would still be strong for us.
Even though she felt she was about to fall down, she carried on.
Many men would have run,
When life quit being fun.
If another man was in my position, his wife probably going to die of Alzheimers and him needing to become her carer full time, they probably would've bolted out the door.
But not me.
Because I love her.
And I want to care for her.
Like she did for me.
But I remembered her love,
And recalled all she done.
Everytime I looked at Lisa, I still saw a 38 year old Dean Of Medicine with perfect breasts and a perfect ass.
She gave me her love, and I gave her mine.
It was in the vows we made,
And the love that she gave.
She's alive in my heart,
In the memories I saved.
She'll never die as long as we keep remembering her.
Until our dying days, we'll keep her alive in our hearts through our memories.