Death is Knocking @ My Door

Sometimes I hear death
knocking on my door

So I sit and ask myself
why don't you love me any more

I so stand to answer
cause no answer can defeat me

Still the presence of a dancer
is the only thing that greets me

I stand back.
Can you reach me

Why does death
keep knocking on my door

And why does the beauty of this dancer
carry no beauty to me anymore

My soul's strict into pain
cause fair lives have given

And I feel no more lies
no more cries in me are risen

I'm no hopeless case
I know it won't take much
and I can save me

I know easily men and my pride
they can pay me

But my life, then my soul
bare less significance than a daisy

And then that knock on my door
is the only sound that's not swaysy

All my passions and potential
they are more or less descrete

Even my dreams

The only thing that I'm aware of
is the presence of the streets

Though so much love in me
I'm made of

All I want is for:
My life so far recorded
so I can open the door