Knock On a Door

I was walking on a road, night was black and cold. The gloom filled my head but I knew I could not stop. I saw a house at a distance, and I dared to knock on the door.
She opened the door and let me in. she gave me food, she gave me a quilt and a place to stay. She was The Angel mum had told me about.

She was my friend, my pal, my buddy. We laughed and cried, danced and frolicked together. One day she told me, I was her friend, her pal, her buddy. Then she said I am the Love she never had. I was confused, and shocked I was vexed and bewildered.

Nobody had loved me like that before and nobody will love me like her again.

I was sad when I walked away from her, it makes me sadder to wake up everyday and realize that I broke a heart full of love. Riding on my bike, I face my fate everyday. I feel the pain and the curse of a heart that I broke. I met some girls, I liked few of’em. But I could not have them as she could not have me. I sit on a cliff and look at the sunset. I lay bare on rocky ground gazing at the starry sky wondering,
What wrong have I done? What wrong have I done?

But I know what I did, I know it very well. I didn’t wanted it to be that way but it ended up that way.

Now I walk the road again, the cold and gloom filling my head again.
But I can’t stop, I have to keep walking in search of a soul, in search of a heart.
In search of a house so I can knock on a door, so I can knock on a door….