He Cometh

The house is dark and it's awful late,
And someone's at the door.
I think it's the same old man,
Who's been many times before.

Yes it's him; he's inside now,
I feel him drawing near.
And He keeps getting closer,
I can hear him on the stair.

He's almost at my door now,
So I'll pretend that I don't see.
I'll pull the covers o'er my head,
And perhaps he won't see me.

I know just what he's wanting,
But this time I won't give in.
I have fought him off many times,
And every time he wins.

Well there's always tomorrow.
Then I'll give it another try.
If I keep wishing hard enough,
Perhaps he'll pass me by.

So I guess I'll just get up,
And open up my door.
I'll say a prayer, and close my eyes,
The Sandman's here once more.

By Winnie 6/99

Index

Winnie's Index

Main Index

Email Amelia

Powered by Bravenet