Knocking At The Doors
You are the same through space and through time
The most beautiful of things I believe to be thine,
But how is it you are so far away from me?
And why is it I struggle, to bridge the gap in between?
It is clear to me, I am not seen in your eyes,
But still in my soul I struggle and I pine,
To bring my soul close to one such as yours
To knock on your heart, and have you open the doors.
And when the doors open and it is me that you see,
Will I be let inside, or will I simply be,
Turned away from your heart, and bid never to return
Forever on the ...