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