When you keep getting unanswered prayer. |
Standing and Knocking Hair dripping wet, body shaking in the cold Hands gripping tightly, trying to ease the pain Feet bare and scratched, not covered with the blanket I hold I walk painfully to the door and raise my fist I knock on it hard but no luck or hope have I found Crushed and distressed, bones so weak I can't stand My spirit is fragile and I collapse to the ground My head is turned downward as I hold back tears But alas, I cannot and they slip from my eyes Greif overcomes my fragile heart And I scream towards the dark and cloudy sky I cover my head with my hands, trying to escape the voices Voices that whisper in my ear all the things that I still fear That no one cares and no one loves me That I have been abandoned and no one is near Head heavy, I slowly turn away Prepared to except my doom, my fate For logic reasons with my heart And tells me that I know I am too late But as I walk away from the door I am stopped by a man dressed in silvery white He nudges me back to the door that has crushed my hope I turn and tell him bluntly about my pitiful plight He guides me back even as I try to resist And my eyes fall on the hope-breaking door I cross my arms and clench my fists And distinctly state that I will knock no more His hand gently runs across my face His soft voice reminds my that if I knock I will recieve If I continue running I will reach the end If I maintain and persist I will acheive Gradually I lift my fist once more I would like to say that I had a happy ending That the door was opened at last But then a wrong message I would be sending For my hand is still weary And the voices are still hard to be blocking And I'm still standing at the door Standing and knocking By Grace (Alioc) |