The Door

There's a room inside each of us
That's under lock and key
We've got to store some things in there
We don't want anybody to see
A shroud of cobwebs, a blanket of dust
Shed our prejudice and fears
Never think too much about that place
Until someone comes too near

Suppose somebody figures out
The way to get to that room and then
Breaks down the door
I wonder what might happen
If I lose my inhibitions and just
Break down the door

Can't let them see all the selfishness
Sealed off from intimacy
Got to hide the pride, the greed
The indifference, the vanity
Brace that door against the world
Then pretend to care so much
Real love, trust and respect can wait outside
The room remains untouched

Suppose somebody figures out
The way to get to that room and then
Breaks down the door
I wonder what might happen
If I lose my inhibitions and just
Break down the door