I wish you were really standing on my doorway
I opened up, I saw you there
Is this a fluctuation of my desire to see somebody?
Or is this for real?
The pureness of light that surges toward me
I know the message is clean
It warns of a coming truth
Is that truth a divine premonition?
I really hope you were standing on my doorway
I don't want to compel
I allowed Him to tell
Someday, my question will be answered
Was it really you on my doorway?
