Knocking

That rock has seen so much
I'm glad it can't speak
I couldn't manage to make
Myself sit on it anymore
Those days it was all I wanted
To get away from
Then you come around
I feel fresh like
Wet spring grass
I couldn't put it
Any other way wouldn't have made sense
I've been looking for this
Buried treasure for some time now
I think I'm finally
Getting the combination right
Taking the time to
Make sure I'm still breathing
It's okay