Knuckles at the Door

Knuckles at the door
I’ve been standing here for hours
Picturing you
Believing this house means paradise
And stepping in,
a dream realized

A few houses before
I wouldn’t hesitate
A few houses before
I wouldn’t be afraid
But here at your door,
My numb feet on the floor
A knock seizes all the faith I have left
All the hope that I need to save

So
I put my hand down
Maybe sitting on the porch
Is the safest way to be found.