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A Fool At My Door

                                           A Fool At My Door

                                 There is a fool standing by my door,
                                 He stands strong and wants me for more,
                                 For he is the keeper of my fate
                                 Standing their like an iron gate.

                                 Oh Yea! its pride and greed I see,
                                 For I have lived those lives strong and true.
                                 And now there is shame and lust,
                                 For that too has guided my trust.

                                 When can I learn that this is truly me,
                                 Or is it that truth is my reality.
                                 So in this life when I realize  that this fool can,
                                 Read the shame of myself and start to stand..

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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