House

And so I knocked. Standing on the front porch of her detain

I saw her peak out the window behind a curtain of pain

I knocked again, as I stood there getting pounded by rain.

The gutters above me break, and your lost dreams pour down.

But I knock again, this time louder unafraid to drown

I walk around your house to the backyard of buried hearts

I open the screen door to your soul, put together with spare parts

I see you hiding behind the curtain pane. The curtain of pain

Disheveled and scared, waiting for someone, waiting in vain.

I’ve arrived outside this broken home; standing in a graveyard in the rain.

Begging you to let me in, I won’t become a tombstone like these other men.

So, open the door and let me in, so I can help you put this house together again.