You are knocking at my door
like a storm in my mind,
You are something to make me mourn.

I’m not used to your downpour
that is strange to mankind,
You are knocking at my door.

Something all will abhor.
It makes others unkind,
You are something to make me mourn.

You are the plague or more,
You need to be quarantined,
You are knocking at my door.

Not afraid of you anymore,
I am no longer confined, though
You are something to make me mourn.

Your power is nevermore
Your reign has halted to a grind
You were knocking at my door,
You were something to make me mourn.