Knocking at the door

Who could that be

knocking at the door

breaking the silence

I walled myself in?

Who could that be

knocking at the door

tireless aching hands

a willful heart?

 

Who could that be

knocking at the door

wearing a smile, a bait

or lending a hand for real?

 

Who could that be

knocking at door

an answer to the prayers

or an indictment of deeds past?

Who could that be

knocking at the door

holding the flag aloft

bearing a loving heart?

Perhaps it’s him

who promised to come!

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