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House is Home
by Paging Dr House
He sits alone, broke and weary
a future bright, now looks dreary
To kill the pain, a little pill
trying to crawl up a great big hill
His eyes are cold, blue as ice
many wish he could be nice
So he sits by himself
feelings gone, set on a shelf
To feel again, more than anger
a woman could be a source of danger
Her blue eyes shine with unshed tears
wishing she could erase his fears
She wants to reach, to take his hand
he turns away, and takes a stand
He likes his life, that way it is
alone he sits, the choice is his
She pulls away, shields her heart
wanting him was never smart
He will have to do it on his own
lots of sins he has to atone
She will be there when he's ready
a shining light, always steady
He takes a breath, he reaches out
she grabs his hand, there's no doubt
She loves the man, with his faults
her heart holds true, she is worth her salts
His name is House, no longer alone
she led the way, now he is home
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Legal Disclaimer: The authors published here make no claims on the ownership of Dr. Gregory House and the other fictional residents of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Like the television show House (and quite possibly Dr. Wilson's pocket protector), they are the property of Fox Television, David Shore and undoubtedly other individuals of whom I am only peripherally aware. The fan fiction authors published here receive no monetary benefit from their work and intend no copyright infringement nor slight to the actual owners. We love the characters and we love the show, otherwise we wouldn't be here.
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