Where is the knock? Where is the knock?

Where are they? Wandering in the wilderness?

Lost in the woods? Moving through the snow?

Run. Run my men. Run to me. Come to me.

I am waiting still.

You, in your uniforms, either gray or black.

The shining gold; the black metal; the yellow band.

Warm your hearts. Steel your soul.

Run. Run my men. Run to me. Come to me.

Take me home.

Remember, move united, fight divided. But move.

But where is the knock? Where is the knock?

I am waiting still.

© Zoar Khyronov.