I was standing by your backdoor.
Hoping to be invited in.
To enter without permission.
Might be considered a sin.
You did say I would be welcome here.
You never said you changed your mind.
Your Mom and Dad had gone away.
And your brother, he wouldn't mind.
They had never refused my entry.
Through your front door before.
In fact it seemed you were more than keen.
And would be invite back for more.
So now I stand here waiting.
Waiting by your backdoor.
Wondering what to say or do.
As I wait by your backdoor.
