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by Walter Sep 8, 2022 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
A knock was all I heard that night And I knew that it was you I heard it many times before I'm never guessing who But I did not choose to answer Because we had a clash I just let you play your tune On my door made of ash And it took a little time For silence to resume That left me just standing here Frozen in my room I never heard your knock again Now hearing the door bell Sometimes I hope that it is you Your knock I knew so well But slowly when I open it I no longer see your face But someone else is standing there And you they have replaced I wonder why we had to end? I know it's been a while But I just crave to see your face Your tune that made me smile Although my door bell plays a chime I now no longer have a clue But I know when I will open it It never will be you