Fear of what I cannot see Fear of what is said to be I lock the door swallow the key I never want to be free Fear of what I cannot see Fear of what is said to be The truth is all I ever lied The truth in death I will confide Fear to live and fear to die Fear the place that I may lie I fear the goodness of the sky I want to rise but afraid to fly Fear of being left behind Fear the futures deadly sign I know I cannot run and hide From fears that origin inside So hang my wreath upon my grave And I will come out from my cave For I will know my time has come And all my fearing will be done So cold... so alone... so scared So dark... so afraid... so aware
fear, afraid, wreath, origin, fearing