I came knocking on your front porch,
Running on your lawn--
I kept waiting in the silence,
And sat under the moonlight.

I called you, I yelled.
Ever single raindrop
Was my every cry--
A plea for you to hear me.

But the corners of your home,
Gave you your shelter.
The concrete living stone,
Grant you your warmth.
It was a comfort for you
Never to open the door,
Nor the windows,
And let me in
To shower you
With the words I'd told you--
Those you didn't hear.