Knock, knock, knocking on doors

Out in the cold, the storm is coming

I beg you open up and let me in and feel the warmth

I'm getting tired in the want to progress

Unstable, held by the arms of stress

Droppin' jewels another cypher

Another conversation in the zone with the faceless

Write emotion record the poetry

Grips of life snaps the bones of the ones left in the silence

Can't be found in the circles of stress?

Stupid questions parted ways breaks the center lines

To many tears on the faces closest, the self included

Violence don't help, even worse when you know no limits to the self

The type of rage that holds hands with a life sentence

No respect whilst you slave to the tears of karma

Word to the soul forgive the self and break this mental spell

Now the torment of the mind dead to a brighter day

Move the pain away, the body relaxed

Comfort in your next steps liberated by the change in mind

What's the forecast? turbulent winds

Or the calm walks in the night the summer brings?

Can't deny the fix to give up on life

When the wheels are weak can't roll down the hill the decline to slow

Edge of the cliff suits this moment precise

The fall and the rush suits the sound of the waves

So intense the body can't float

Look them in the eyes and ask them if they okay

No regrets once you read what's left on the page

Famous last notes, words and the sound profound

Illusion of the sight of the voice

See what I speak, sail with me from the place that don't rhyme

So many lessons that are learnt, the class of the unseen

Stepped into another physical 1983 brown vessel

New experience,

Glitches of before-before still resonates with internal visions

Although sometimes the signals is weak

The knowing is clear, I feel it yo, the knowing is clear

Let's continue... Knock, knock, knocking on doors

Out in the cold, the storm is coming

I beg you open up and let me in and feel the warmth

I'm getting tired in the want to progress

Unstable, held by the arms of stress

Knock, knock, knocking on doors

Out in the cold, the storm is coming

We beg you open up and let us in and feel the warmth

Were getting tired in the want to progress

Unstable, held by the arms of stress

Knock, knock, knocking on doors

Out in the cold, the storm is coming

I beg you open up and let me in and feel the warmth

I'm getting tired in the want to progress

Unstable, held by the arms of stress