Hermione sat on her bed in the Head Girl dormitory and listened to her favorite song over and over again on the portable cd player she had gotten for Christmas. It was called "Come Home Soon" and she could relate to almost every single lyric in the song. It had been two months since Harry had walked out of the Astronomy Tower and had left Hogwarts to go and fight Voldemort. Hermione felt fear course through her every morning as Dumbledore stood at the Head Table to make the daily announcements. She was so afraid that he would tell them all that Harry was never coming back and she held her breath until he sat back down to eat. She always thanked Merlin that Harry had lived to fight another day and prayed for him to make it through the final battle.
She hadn't told anyone what had happened between her and Harry, not even Ron knew and she planned to keep it that way. That night with him was sacred to her; she would lay in bed every night and relive every touch and taste she experienced with him. Sometimes she swore she still felt his arms around her, and then she would wake up and realize it was a dream. She would lay there and cry, hoping against hope that Harry would keep his promise and return to her. One night she had had a horrible nightmare in which she saw Voldemort cast the Avada Kedavra curse on Harry and kill him. She had woke up drenched in sweat and had blindly ran to Dumbledore's office in the middle of the night. After saying the name of every sweet she could think of, the gargoyle had finally moved aside as she said "fizzing whizzbees". She had ran as fast as she could up the stairs and had pounded on his office door, hoping against hope that he would let her in. The door had finally opened and Dumbledore had looked at her with concern.
"Ms. Granger, what are you doing here so late at night? Is there a problem with a student?" he had asked her.
"No, Sir, I'm sorry to bother you so late at night, but..." she couldn't keep her emotions in check anymore and broken down crying in front of a shocked Dumbledore. He had reached an arm out and wrapped it around her shoulder in comfort, leading her into his office. She had told the Headmaster everything that had happened between them before Harry had left (well, almost everything) and Dumbledore had sat there nodding his head with a small smile gracing his face. Then when she had told him about her dream, Dumbledore had walked around his desk and sat in the chair next to her.
Grabbing her hand in his, Dumbledore said "I promised Harry after he left that I would keep an eye on you, Ms. Granger. He told me about the two of you and I can truly say I wasn't surprised. When Harry left, Professor Snape went with him to keep an eye on him. If anything happens to Harry, we will know immediately."
Hermione thought back to the day after Harry left, walking into the dungeons and seeing someone other than Snape there. She had wondered where he was, and a part of her was glad he was there to watch out for Harry. Hermione snapped back to the present when she heard Dumbledore start to speak again. "I don't think we have to worry about Harry not coming back. He assured me he would be back for you after he finally got rid of Voldemort. You filled his heart with love, which is what he will need most in this fight, and we both know how stubborn Harry can be when he puts his mind to something."
A small smile came upon her face as she thought back to all the adventures they had had over the last seven years. "Yes Sir, we do" she said, feeling a little more reassured. Dumbledore smiled back at her and patted her hand reassuringly. "Off you go, Ms. Granger, you still have classes tomorrow."
"Yes Sir" she said and stood up from the chair. "Thank you for putting my mind at ease, at least for a little while."
"You're welcome. Now, go get some rest" he said, making a shooing motion towards the door. She had made her way out of his office and back to her room, where she lay for about an hour before finally drifting back to sleep.
It had now been 70 days since Harry had left, and she sat in the Great Hall eating breakfast and pretending to be
interested in what Ron was saying. She couldn't concentrate on anything anymore and even her class work was
suffering because of it. She was glad that they would be graduating in ten days. She only prayed that Harry would be
back to graduate with them.
"Hermione!" Ron had all but shouted, breaking her out of her thoughts about Harry. Glaring at him, she asked "what Ron?"
"Have you heard one word I've said to you?" he asked, glaring back at her.
"Yeah, sure I have. You were saying something about quidditch" she guessed, picking the obvious answer.
"No, I wasn't, I was talking to you about the transfiguration final we have in a week." He looked at her concerned and said "Look Hermione, I'm just as concerned about him as you are, but you've got to snap out of it. You've been like a zombie ever since the day he left to fight you-know-who."
"Jeez Ron, it's Voldemort, don't you have the balls to say his name yet?!" she practically yelled, then noticed that everyone's attention was now focused on her. Glaring around at everyone, she looked at Ron and said "there is no way that you are as concerned about him as I am."
"Oh and why is that Hermione? You know, I've felt like you've been keeping something from me ever since he left. Is there anything you want to share?" Ron asked, noticing the shocked look on her face.
"Nothing I want to share with you Ronald; you wouldn't be able to understand anyway" she said, then gathered her things together and stormed out of the Hall.
Harry stood in some godforsaken field, trying desperately to locate Voldemort. 'And where the hell is Snape?' he thought, scanning the area for him too. He tried to take a step and fell to the ground, weak from all of the magic he had been performing plus lack of food and sleep. Everything had been going good in the beginning; he had surprised Voldemort with his attack and had the upper hand for a while. Then Voldemort had cast some kind of curse on him that acted like a tracking spell, but in reverse and much worse. Every time Voldemort apparated somewhere, Harry was also apparated to the same place, and it was draining Harry of his magical energy quickly. He had lost count a long time ago of how many places they had been. He knew what was going on, Voldemort was trying to drain him of his energy and then he would deal the fatal blow. That would let him win the fight, finally killing Harry Potter, his mortal enemy. Harry was not about to let that happen.
As Harry lay in the field, surrounded by grass tall enough to shield him from view, he closed his eyes to rest for a moment. His thoughts instantly turned to Hermione, his love, and he swore to himself again that he would be the one to win this battle. He was going to return to her no matter what he had to do to accomplish it; he would even commit murder. Looking up, he noticed the stars starting to sprinkle the dusky sky, and then his eyes fell on the barely visible moon. He immediately thought of Hermione, in the Astronomy Tower that night with only her panties on, bathed in the moonlight. He felt himself grow hard and groaned quietly, wishing he could see and touch her at that moment. She was like a drug; he had a taste of her and now he wanted more, as much as he could get.
Trying to calm his desire filled mind, he thought back to all the things they had discussed that night. He remembered clearly when she had told him that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him too. A goofy grin spread across his face as he thought about going to Gringott's and taking his mother's wedding ring out of his vault. As soon as this was over, he was going to do exactly that and ask Hermione to marry him once school was over with. He realized with a start that he didn't even know what day it was anymore; for all he knew she could have already graduated. That thought seemed to trigger something in Harry and he felt pure hatred toward Voldemort. He probably had already missed his own graduation!
Harry had finally had enough; he got up from his hiding place and looked all over his current surroundings for Voldemort. When he thought he had spotted him Harry started marching over to where he was, determined to finish this fight himself, once and for all. 'I'll be home soon' he thought, and then ducked as a red flash of light sailed by his head.
The day after her fight with Ron, Hermione walked into the Great Hall for lunch and sat at the end of the table away from everyone else. Everyone had been watching her since the day before like she was nutters or something and it was getting on her nerves. That mixed with the fact that she had had another nightmare about Harry last night did not help to calm her. She wished Harry was able to send her a letter or just a short note saying he was ok; he'd been gone 71 days today and she was starting to doubt that she would ever see him again. Sighing in resignation, she took out her transfiguration book and started to study for the big exam they were having next week. The food appeared on the table and she started to grab for a ham sandwich on the plate in front of her when the doors of the Great Hall burst open suddenly. She looked up at the entryway, but she didn't see anyone there. Then as if out of thin air, Harry stepped into view, trying to carry what looked to be an unconscious Professor Snape. A huge smile appeared on her face as she stood up and yelled "Harry!"
Her exclamation had gotten the attention of everyone who had went back to eating after noticing there wasn't anybody there when the doors blew open. A cacophony of voices rose in the Hall and Dumbledore came rushing down from the Head Table. Hermione came to her senses and ran to where Harry was, helping him lay Snape on the floor before flying into his arms. Holding him as tightly as she could, she said "I missed you so much Harry."
Harry held onto her tightly, afraid this was just some evil trick of Voldemort's and he would wake up to find himself in some bloody field again. She pulled back a little and looked up at his face noticing the cuts and bruises that adorned it. Before she could say anything, Harry captured her mouth in the most passionate kiss the two had ever shared. Hermione's legs buckled from the wave of emotions that hit her as he kissed her with every emotion he felt for her behind it. Harry broke the kiss and looked at her, exhaustion plainly showing on his face. He reached one hand up to cup her cheek and said "I love..." and proceeded to pass out before he could finish his sentence.
"HARRY!" Hermione yelled, falling to the floor with Harry's dead weight in her arms. Ron, who had been watching their display a little ways away, came rushing over to them and asked "what's wrong with him?"
"I'm not sure, but we need to get him to the Hospital Ward" said Dumbledore, who turned to Ron and asked "do you think you could levitate him there? I can not take both him and Professor Snape at the same time." When he saw Hermione about to object, he looked at her and said "you are in no condition to take him there Ms. Granger." Nodding in defeat, Hermione watched as Dumbledore walked out of the Hall with Snape and Ron said "mobilicorpus!" and Harry levitated off of the floor where he lay. Following after Ron, Hermione heard all of the mumbling coming from the students, especially one as she said "Is he actually attracted to that? She's horrid!" Something in Hermione snapped as she heard the haughty tone of the girl's voice and she whipped around, stalking over to the bitch that had made the remark. The girl was a Slytherin, sitting next to the great and mighty Draco Malfoy. Hermione stood there glaring at her and when the girl noticed her there, said "what do you want mudblood?"
Thwack! Hermione's fist flew out of no where and connected with the girl's nose, causing her to fall off of the bench she was sitting on. "Butt out bitch!" yelled Hermione at the girl who was now cowering on the floor, afraid she'd be hit again. Shaking her hand as pain coursed through every bone, Hermione turned and stalked back out of the Hall, then broke into a run to catch up with Dumbledore and Ron.
Harry lay in his hospital bed, feeling as though he'd been hit by a semi-truck. Something had woke him up and as he tried to pry his heavy eyelids open, he heard two very loud voices.
"Bloody hell Hermione, were you going to tell me about you two or were you just going to keep it secret?" yelled Ron, his face about two inches from hers.
"Back off Ron!" she yelled back, smiling with satisfaction at the surprised look on his face. "I don't have to tell you anything. This is between Harry and I; if you don't like it then you can leave!"
"What!? What the bloody hell do you mean I can leave? Harry's my best mate, just because he decided to shag you once doesn't mean you can push me away from him!" Ron was really yelling now, and as he said the last part of his sentence, Hermione had drawn back her hand and slapped him across the face as hard as she could. Ron cradled his stinging cheek in his hand while Hermione shook the hand she had just hit him with.
"Ah, that's both my hands now!" she said through gritted teeth.
"Maybe if you stopped hitting people your hands wouldn't hurt!" said Ron, mad as hell at her for hitting him. "What's come over you? You've never acted like this before?"
"Nothing Ron; just leave me alone, ok? If you want to sit with Harry, that's fine. Just don't talk to me right now" said Hermione, walking over to sit next to Harry's bed. When she sat down, she noticed his eyelids were partially open and said "Harry, are you awake?"
" 'Mione?" he slurred out, his body too tired to form the word.
"Yes, it's me. Try to go back to sleep; Madam Pomfrey said your body was almost drained of all it's magical energy and you could've died. You need to rest to restore it." Hermione ran her hands through his unruly black hair, staring at his face and marveling at how old he looked laying there.
Turning his face towards her voice, Harry mumbled a quiet "luv you" before succumbing to sleep once again. Tears came to her eyes after he said this, and she bent down to plant a soft kiss on his forehead. "I love you too Harry."
"What did you just say?" asked Ron, afraid he had heard her right.
Looking at him with fire in her eyes, she said "none of your bloody business Ron." Getting up from the bed she looked at him and said "Pomfrey said he'll probably sleep on and off all afternoon. If you want to stay here that's fine, but I have to go to class." Not waiting for his response, Hermione walked out of the Hospital Ward without once glancing behind her.
Hermione walked into her head girl dorm and put her books down on her desk, then walked over and fell backwards onto her bed. Harry had been in hospital now for five days and she had been splitting her time between him and her classes. She had just taken her transfiguration final and she was exhausted, so she figured she would just take a quick kip and then go to see Harry. When Hermione opened her eyes again, her room was cast in shadows from the setting sun and she'd slept longer than she wanted to. Sitting up on her bed, Hermione rubbed her eyes, trying to bring them into focus.
"Hi love" said a quiet male voice behind her. Startled, she turned around quickly to see Harry sitting on the bed next to her.
"Harry!" she said, excited to see him there. "What are you doing here? I thought Madam Pomfrey wasn't going to release you for a few more days?"
"She wasn't going to let me go, but all of my tests were normal and my magic levels are fully restored. When you didn't show up in the hospital ward I figured I'd come looking for you." As Hermione sat on the edge of her bed, Harry scooted up behind her and put his legs on either side of hers. Pulling her back towards him so that her back rested on his chest, Harry pushed aside the hair on her shoulder, exposing her neck which he started kissing.
"Mmm, that feels good" she purred, reaching back to tangle her hand in his hair.
"I missed you" said Harry, his hot breath on her neck as he spoke. Closing her eyes at the wave of desire that washed through her, she said "I missed you too."
Harry wrapped both arms around her stomach and moved his hands up so that each one was cupping her cloth covered breasts. Kneading them gently, Harry took her earlobe between his teeth, biting just enough to cause pleasure and pain at the same time. "I want you Hermione" he whispered in her ear, causing a shiver to run through her body. "You are all I could think about while I was gone; I kept seeing your beautiful naked body and I kept recalling the salty taste of your skin. All I wanted to do was come back here and make love to you." Leaning her head back against his shoulder, her eyes closed from the glorious feeling of him kneading her breasts, she said "Then take me Harry; I'm all yours."
Sliding his arm up from her breast to her throat, he gently pulled her head back. Harry bent down and kissed her lips, his tongue roughly invading her mouth. Thoroughly kissing her until they were both breathless, Harry sat her up and moved the hair off of the back of her neck, gently sucking and kissing the delicate skin there and eliciting a moan from Hermione. "You like that?" he asked, enjoying her reaction to his touch.
"Mmhm" she hummed, and then stood up in front of him. Looking him directly in the eye, Hermione reached up and started to unbutton her shirt slowly. Harry unknowingly licked his lips as he watched her, intrigued by the sudden temptress standing in front of him. Reaching out to help her and hurry along the process, Harry almost growled in frustration as she stepped back from him. Just out of his reach, Hermione undid the last button and slid her shirt down her arms. Reaching behind her, she unbuttoned her skirt and slid it slowly down her legs, noticing as Harry's eyes followed it down. Reaching behind her to undo her bra, Harry shot up off of the bed and reached around her, stilling her hands.
"I want to do that" he said roughly, moving her hands out of the way and undoing the clasp. Peeling it off of her, Harry marveled again at how beautiful she was. Looking at the soft white mounds with rosy nipples, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Walking backwards, Harry sat on the bed as he felt it hit the back of his knees. Pulling her close, he reached up and took her breasts into his hands, kneading and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Watching as Hermione threw her head back, Harry leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling gently. Hermione gasped at the new sensation and grabbed onto Harry's shoulders to keep herself standing. She now understood what the phrase 'weak in the knees' meant. Harry moved onto the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention he gave the first one. Hermione stepped back from him a little, stopping his ministrations and kneeled down in front of him on the floor. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, Hermione peeled it up over his head saying "you have to much clothing on."
Harry watched as she proceeded to unbutton his jeans and he lifted his butt up off of her bed just enough so she could slide them down his legs. Doing the same with his boxers, Harry sat there completely devoid of clothing while she still wore a pair of white lace panties. Harry reached out to take them off, but she stopped him by grabbing his hand. Putting her other hand on his shoulder, she pushed him back onto the bed and started sucking lightly on his neck. She made her way down his chest, taking each of his nipples between her front teeth and biting just enough to add pain to the pleasure he felt. Reaching his erection, Hermione wrapped her hand around him and started an up and down motion, closely followed by her mouth. Harry's eyes rolled into the back of his head at the sensation and he prayed he could hold onto his control a little longer. Hermione felt him twitch in her mouth and decided it would be a good time to stop. When she did, Harry sat up on the bed and with urgency he didn't have their first time, he reached out and ripped her panties off of her.
Shocked and a little turned on by the display, Hermione yelped as he stood up and picked her up, laying her gently on the bed. Harry lay over her, his erection pressing against her stomach as he kissed her lips with more urgency now. Moving down her body, Harry took each of her nipples in her mouth just long enough to make her squirm and made his way down to that wonderful valley between her legs. Harry explored her thoroughly with his tongue, making sure that he lingered on every spot that seemed to drive her wild. He brought his index finger up and slowly pushed it into her, causing her to arch off of the bed and moan his name. He loved hearing her breathily whisper his name when she was in the throes of passion; all he had to do was think of her saying it and it made him rock hard. Working his finger in and out of her, he continued on until he felt her tightening and then withdrew it from her, wanting her to come when he did. Moving back up to her lips, Harry kissed her hard as he entered her, definitely much harder than the first time. Hermione winced a little at the extra force and when he saw this said "I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't think..."
"It's ok" she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "We've only done this once before and it's just been a while." Harry lay still, feeling her stretch to accommodate him and then started pushing in and pulling out of her, her legs squeezing tighter around him. "Faster Harry" she breathed, and he gladly complied. "Harder" she grunted and they had reached a frenzied pace. When Harry felt her walls contract around him and heard her breathily say "Harrrry" he let himself go, pumping in and out of her a few more times. After they were both spent, Harry collapsed onto her, laying his head up by hers. As their breathing returned to normal, Harry pulled out of her and laid next to her, immediately wrapping his arm around her possessively. "Merlin, I love you" he breathed, taking in the smell of her hair. He remembered all the times he recalled the scent when he was laying outside in some forest somewhere. "I thought about you the whole time I was gone" he said.
"Me too; it drove me crazy not knowing if you were ok or not" she said, her voice hitching a little with emotion. He hugged her closer to him and said "you don't have to worry anymore. I'm back now and I'm not going anywhere."
Turning to face him, Hermione laid her hand on his face, taking in his beautiful green eyes that were shining with happiness. "You had better not; I don't know if I could handle you leaving again. Just ask Ron how awful I was while you were gone."
"Yeah, about Ron, he said you punched a slytherin girl and then slapped him shortly after?" he asked, trying to suppress the smile that was threatening to break out on his face.
"Um, yeah but they both deserved it! Ron's a prat and as for the Slytherin twit, well, you didn't hear what she said" explained Hermione.
"Well, what's in the past stays in the past. I want us to start fresh; now that there's no one hunting me down day and night I can give all of my attention to you" said Harry, kissing the tip of her nose lightly. "By the way, Dumbledore is putting together a celebration dance and it will be the night before graduation. Will you be my date?"
"Of course, but that's awfully short notice. That gives me four days to find a dress" she said, going through the dresses she owned in her mind, trying to figure out if one of them would be suitable to wear.
"If it was up to me, I personally prefer how you are right now, but the other girls may get jealous with their boyfriends staring at you all night." Hermione smacked him playfully on the arm, blushing at his compliment. They both continued to lay cuddled up together the rest of the night; Harry didn't even attempt to go back to his dorm. He was quite happy to stay exactly where he was, rules be damned!
Dumbledore announced the dance at breakfast the next morning, causing all the girls to start talking about what dresses they would wear and the guys to roll their eyes at the thought of having to ask out a girl. Ron watched as Harry and Hermione sat across from him, Hermione practically sitting in his lap while they talked with their heads close together. He and Hermione had talked and made up after their spat in the Hospital Ward, but he still wasn't comfortable with them as a couple yet. "I guess I don't have to ask who you'll be taking" he said, looking at Harry with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Something wrong Ron?" asked Harry, concerned by his friend's behavior.
"No, nothing's wrong. I'm just hoping I can find a date to go with me. Preferably someone who I can have fun with this time" he said, not quite meeting Harry's eyes.
"Why don't you ask Lavender?" said Hermione "She's fancied you for a while now."
"Really?" Ron asked, perking up a little. When Hermione smiled at him and nodded her head, he looked down the table to where Lavender was sitting and stood up. "Mine as well do it now" he said, and walked over to sit by her.
After breakfast that day, the next three days flew by for Harry and Hermione. Harry had been excused from most of his exams, but he still needed to turn in a couple of homework assignments to be able to graduate. He finally got all caught up the day before the dance and was even able to go into Hogsmeade with everyone else to buy new dress robes.
Finally the day of the dance arrived and the school was alive with the excitement felt by the students. Hermione disappeared about three that afternoon, telling Harry to come pick her up at her room at seven-thirty. "Why does she need four and a half hours to get ready?" Ron asked, puzzled by her actions.
"I have no idea Ron, but if she looks anything like she did during the dance our fourth year, I'll be a happy man." Harry concentrated on the chess board in front of him, moving his pawn and smiling, thinking he had Ron cornered. Ron moved his queen and said "Check." Noticing his mistake, Harry gave up and moved the same pawn, allowing Ron to declare checkmate. They continued to play until six and then they both went up to take showers and get ready.
When Harry knocked on Hermione's door it was seven twenty-five exactly. He couldn't believe he was actually early. He looked up as the door started to open and was stunned at how beautiful she looked. She had on a strapless white dress with a puffy skirt and the material seemed to sparkle as the light hit it. Her curly chestnut hair was loose and flowing down her back. "Wow, you look beautiful" he said, placing a quick kiss on her lips, afraid they might never make it to the dance if he lingered there.
"You look handsome Harry" she said, noticing the new emerald green robes he had on that matched his eyes perfectly.
"Thank you" he said, then held his arm out to her, asking "shall we go?" She wrapped her arm around his and they made their way down to the Great Hall.
When they reached the doors, they noticed how beautifully decorated the Hall was. There were candles floating above the dance floor and the ceiling reflected the stars outside. It wasn't extravagant, but it was simple and still looked gorgeous. When they had taken two steps into the Hall, the entire room burst into applause. A little embarrassed by all of the attention, Harry just smiled at everyone and led Hermione over to one of the tables along the wall. A slow song came on a few minutes later and Harry asked Hermione "would you like to dance?" Smiling at him, Hermione said "I would love to" and took the hand he offered her. When they were on the dance floor, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist while she lay her hands on his shoulders. They began to sway side to side in time to the music, and Harry couldn't remember the last time he had felt so relaxed and happy. They continued to dance to two more songs, and when the third one started to play, Harry pulled back and looked at Hermione. "Are you having a good time?" he asked.
"Yes, I don't think this night could get any better" she said, smiling happily.
"I think it could" he said, reaching into his pocket and taking out a ring box. He bent down on one knee in the middle of all the dancing students and took her hand in his. Hermione's hand flew to her mouth in surprise as he looked at her and asked "Will you marry me?"
Hermione stood staring at him for a moment in shock, then snapping out of it said "Yes!" Not noticing the crowd had stopped dancing and was watching their every move, Harry took the ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger. He stood up and took her in his arms, holding her against him as the entire Hall started cheering, and then the students started coming up to them one by one to congratulate them. When they were finally left alone, Harry and Hermione went to sit back down at their table.
When Harry saw her looking at the ring, he said "that was my Mother's wedding ring."
"It's beautiful, thank you Harry." After leaning over to kiss him, she looked at him and asked "what made you ask me here, in front of everyone?"
"Well, I figured it would get out one way or another, so why not let everyone know now that you are mine?" She leaned over and kissed him again and then stood up. She held her hand out to Harry and he looked at her questioningly as he took it. She started to lead him out of the Hall and when they got to the stairs he asked "where are we going?" Hermione stopped and looked at him, loving the way his eyes shone with his love for her. Smiling, she said "the Astronomy Tower" and continued to lead him up the staircase.
~*Well, that's it for "Leaving Her Behind". I'm off to work on "The Fear Within" now and
should have a new chapter up in a couple days. I had fun with this story and I needed the break from my other one. I
hope you enjoyed reading it!!!*~
"Come Home Soon"~SheDaisy (Sorry about the spacing, I couldn't fix it!)
I put away the groceries
And I take my daily bread
I dream of your arms around me
As I tuck the kids in bed
I don't know what you're doin'
And I don't know where you are
But I look up at that great big sky
And I hope you're wishin' on that same
bright star
I wonder, I pray
And I sleep alone
I cry alone
And it's so hard livin' here on my own
So please, come home soon
(Come home soon)
I know that we're together
Even though we're far apart
And I'll wear our lucky penny 'round my neck Pressed to my heart
I wonder, I pray
I still imagine your touch
It's beautiful missing something that much But sometimes love needs a fighting chance So I'll wait my turn
until it's our turn to dance
I wonder, I pray
I sleep alone
I cry alone
Without you this house is not a home
So please, come home soon
I walk alone
I try alone
I'll wait for you, don't want to die alone So please, come home soon
Come home soon
Come home soon