Klop Klop Klop
Life stands at my door
Turn turn turn
He is looking for me
He is not breathing and looking pale
I am afraid to face him again
His thirst needs quenching and head needs shelter
But I am afraid to face him again
Beat beat beat
Life waits for my answer
Ssh Ssh Ssh
Don’t let him know I am here
He is offering me challenges
And enticing me with gifts
I am afraid to face him again
To be bled to, by the soul
To be drained of faith
To be beat like a drum
To expand my breathe, to a heavy pulse
To taste the rare sweet
With the better known bitter
To hold my head in contemplation
To dance!
To cry!
To feel again!
I am afraid to face him again
The lust I miss
The pain don’t
The compassion I need
The anxiety I won’t
Life
Ooh, bitter sweet life and me
Perhaps I shall invite him for tea
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