Who’s That Knocking At Our Door
there’s a power that’s a shower
healing wounds soothing pain
there’s a force that’s a horse
carrying us on its mane
there’s a love that’s a glove
caressing all our pores
from a self that’s an elf
opening any closed doors
with an urge that surges
exploding buried ore
flying us with the birds
singing songs from our core
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