Knuckles are bloody
From knocking on wood
Can’t fight my compulsion
though I know I should

What if I condemn myself
Straight into hell?
If one little action
is keeping me well…

I am the protector
I am the protected
I keep myself out of harm’s way
By pounding my fears of tomorrow today.

The knocking has heightened
Ripened in vigor
The evil’s at bay
From my daily rigor

If I was to stop
My hammering practice
My family could suffer
And that would be callous

So here I will stay
Bashing away
Inconceivable dangers
That swarm everyday

I am the protector
I am the protected
I keep myself out of harm’s way
By pounding my fears of tomorrow today.