Left with question as to who
i am, when others come knocking,
with what they heard about who i am.
A heart that sees what others share,
tales and stories told, without truth.
Never trusting and opening my heart
to who i truly am,
Stories shared holds, not always the truth.
So who's that knocking at your door,
that gave you no dough,
to close the door and locked them out?
Who's that knocking with something they
know nothing about?
If loose lips sinks Ships,
it gives those knocking something
to talk about.
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