Knocking on the door on a cold winters day,
six months already done, but still six months away,
The hustle bustle in this humdrum life still can be felt,
but then again you can feel the Ice melt.
The cold is gone, the sun is in.
it's too bright to ignore, you know you can't win.
the storm rages outside and ravages all thats there,
it's quite calm inside, silence reigns here.
Doves take the messages across,
some make it through, others are quite lost,
pigeons are but pigeons, they can't understand why doves,
are so keen to take them up on their turf.
Away in the darkness a steady heart thumps,
hearing it beat can give you goosebumps,
it working hard, draining out the despair,
No longer alone, it can feel the call of another one out there.
