How many times
I had believed
Evil rapped my door
But many years
Passed on by; now
I'm not as sure.
There is a haze
That never clears
Looking through a hole
And so, to see,
We implement
Clarity of soul
And reaching back
To harder times
T'was not evil no
A lesser thing
A lesser threat
Came, but it did go.
And now the knocks
Come just as much
But I can just ignore
No heightened sense
No skipping beat
To raps upon my door.
I let them come
And let them go
Never see their face
There's no desire
To know just what
Calls upon my place
For I am old
And deaf and blind
And I care no more
Whether evil
Whether angels
Rap upon my door.