This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
I open my door
And I never know who'll walk through
It could be him, it could be her,
My God, it could be you
And I don't know whose face I see
But I can see it clearly
And I don't know whose hand I hold
But I know I hold it dearly
But for now I rest my mind,
And I lay in kindness and cry
For some day near
Love will find me here,
Some day near this pain will die
We've laid our terms
We've held our crimes
And we've gone our separate ways
We need to heal, we need to die
To be born in better days
And I don't know whose face I see
But I can see it clearly
And I don't know whose hand I hold
But I know I hold it dearly
So scar me up, come on
Just add another to the pile
You see I've done so much just to myself
And you know it's been a while
So break my heart, hurry
It likes the pain, it is sick, but it's what I do
And besides the droning beating of itself
It could use the breath of you
And I don't know whose face I see
But I can see it clearly
And I don't know whose hand I hold
But I know I hold it dearly
And I see the faces
Of those I could love
And I have see them turn away
And so you turn yours next to mine
But I can't ever say
That I would...
Dearly, I would hold you dearly
And I never know who'll walk through
It could be him, it could be her,
My God, it could be you
And I don't know whose face I see
But I can see it clearly
And I don't know whose hand I hold
But I know I hold it dearly
But for now I rest my mind,
And I lay in kindness and cry
For some day near
Love will find me here,
Some day near this pain will die
We've laid our terms
We've held our crimes
And we've gone our separate ways
We need to heal, we need to die
To be born in better days
And I don't know whose face I see
But I can see it clearly
And I don't know whose hand I hold
But I know I hold it dearly
So scar me up, come on
Just add another to the pile
You see I've done so much just to myself
And you know it's been a while
So break my heart, hurry
It likes the pain, it is sick, but it's what I do
And besides the droning beating of itself
It could use the breath of you
And I don't know whose face I see
But I can see it clearly
And I don't know whose hand I hold
But I know I hold it dearly
And I see the faces
Of those I could love
And I have see them turn away
And so you turn yours next to mine
But I can't ever say
That I would...
Dearly, I would hold you dearly
Lyrics submitted by MuminPL
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