you cannot find me here
if i do not let you in.
so why do i sit at the door
and wait for your return
the way a good dog
awaits its master?
my hand steady on the latch
my head tells me to lock it
Because i have only to open my heart
just the tiniest crack..
and you will fall inside
crashing into the faith
and the hope,and trust Ive built,
the dreams I kept hidden from the rest of the world.
And you will destroy everything you touch..

yet my hand still rests on that latch.
waiting for your arrival.