Knock Knock Knock For Charmaine Masson
Here I stand
Knocking,knocking at this door
But the answer: the cold hoot of an owl.
Here I stand,under the stars
Knocking;knocking at this door
But the answer: the howling winds
Here I stand,battered and bruised
Knocking,knocking at this door
But the answer: a chilled trill of the cricket song
Here I stand cold;oh so cold
Knocking,knocking at this door
But the answer: the gentle whisper of rain
Here I stand with a tired soul
Knocking,knocking at your door
But the answer: the quite crack of the window shutters
I came back!
But no answer…so on my way I’ll go
Maybe next week you’ll open your doors to a wounded man?
So a tear I leave on the dusty doorstep as a calling card
For I was here
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