Sing You Home Novels & Stories

Her voice was soothing. "You have a beautiful voice. Why don't you sing a little loud? I want to hear you singing." Conceding to his request she started singing. Dusk prevailed but they have not reached the destination yet. "When will we reach? I'm tired of sitting." "Just a few minutes more."

Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you Let me take your hand, I'll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still need you I don't wanna let go I know I'm not that strong I just wanna hear you Saying baby, let's go home Let's go home Yeah, I just wanna take you home Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you" Song title: Hold on Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Chord Paul Overstreet / Ian Sebastian Keaggy

He says, and brings out a blue trumpet almost as tall as he is. "Play it." I urge, sitting on his bed. "What song should I play?" He asks, getting into a comfortable position. "What can you play?" I ask, smiling at the fact he seems serious about this. "I can play Ed Sheeran's Happier, Justin Beiber's Stay, and Jacob Bank's Peace of Mind." He smile, and I am in awe. "Jacob Bank." I say, despite not knowing who that is. "Okay." He says, and begin to play.

They spoke quietly for a while as I returned to my seat with a tissue and proceeded to at least try to make myself presentable. "I agree with you, buddy. These subs are going to keep us on our toes. Now I'll see to yours, then see to mine. Hurry home."Jordan said chuckling. I laughed at how domestic the term 'hurry home' was, I wondered if he realized he had stolen my line. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I quickly stifled my laugh turning it into a delicate cough. I looked down trying to appear demure, but I couldn't quite keep the smile off my face.

As always, she'd watched him leave and reminded him to be safe on the road. Yet, when he recalled the mysteriously disappearing objects at home and what Neo said, fear overcame him once more. He'd run multiple red lights on the way home. When he arrived, he'd barely parked the car properly before rushing in. The lights were off. Everything seemed to be how he'd left it that morning. It was eerily silent. Charlie could even hear his own breathing. "Yuliana! Yuliana Beckett." There was no response, save for his own echo.

"Don't stay out late. Nowhere to go. I'm home about eight. Just me and my radio. Ain't Misbehavin' Saving my love for you.”

Which causes me to relax my slightly tensed shoulders. I start singing on my exhale, carrying the words carefully. “It’s been a long day without you, my friend And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again We’ve come a long way from where we began Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again When I see you again Dang, who knew? All the planes we flew Good things we’ve been through That I’ll be standing right here talking to you ’Bout another path I know we loved to hit the road and laugh

I can't do it! She saved the last bundle for last. Inside lay a neatly folded piece of paper—the deed to our old house. She said with a hint of guilt, "Your little brother is just five years old, and your parents already bought him a house in the city. I can't afford a big city home, but this old place will shelter you from the wind and rain. "If you ever feel wronged or hurt, you can come back here. And if you miss me, go to the grave at the east end of the village and talk to me—I'll hear you."

She had no other option. *** Raghav sat on his piano seat facing the window, playing soft melodies, singing alongside the tune. His fingers moved to and fro the keyboard, his head moving in rhythm, as he played the tune of the popular Skylar Grey lyrics: ‘I'm coming home.’ ? I'm coming home I'm coming home Tell the world that I'm coming home Let the rain wash away, all the pains of yesterday ? ? I know my kingdom awaits me, and they have forgiven my mistakes I'm coming home, I'm coming home

"You're going back home." What?!