There is Fog at your door
And it claws at your door
Just to say that all leaves are wet.
Just to say that your mailbox was turned to a bowl
By downpours that ain't gonna end.
There is Wind at your door,
Mister Wind at your door
Sniffin' up for a crack to get through.
But it's safe as I swore, 'cause I won't let it go
And I'm here now and then - for you.
There is Fall at your door.
Yellow Fall at your door
And you sigh with a sudden grief.
'Cause you think it's all over and nothing more
Left for you on this earth to believe.
But you'll see all in all
That your home in your soul
Is still warm, sparkling like a shard.
If you need me - just call and I'm here at the door
And I'm here at the door of your heart.
Mister Wind At Your Door
© Copyright: Лиловая Клякса, 2009
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