Knock Knock
Tears of rain run down my window pane
I'm on my own again, good evening, sorrow
Sit and dream of how things might have been
And as I close my eyes, I get the strangest feeling
Knock, knock, who's there? Could this be love that's calling?
The door is always open wide
Knock, knock, who's there? Now, as the night is falling
Take off your coat and come inside
- Year Produced:2018
- Medium:Soft Pastel
- Materials Used:Pastel Paper
- Dimensions:66cm x 50.8cm