Doubt
I once knew this man named Doubt
So sluggish he was in all his dealing and how he choose to walk about
He was very crafty with his tools; always Mr. No, and he made it so appealing
So revealing
Oh, how his reasons made so much sense
How easy it was for me to believe him
And then one day
I stopped listening – I through away his information and facts.
I took my life back
I was a millionaire and what he was offering; albeit convincingly was a few cents.
Instead of listening to him...I fell in love with my own knowing and I haven’t heard him sense.
I Am. Daughter of Terra