Fear
Fear burgeons black budsLike death, it growsTo bring a dark pallOver the mind's viewLiving with fear feels more like dying...But, I doMaybe there'll come a dayWhen distortions break clearI can swing my front door openAnd swiftly step with confidenceOnto the welcoming, fresh soilMaybe I will Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 02:35 PM PST 0 • 12
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"Fear burgeons black budsLike death, it growsTo bring a dark pallOver the mind's viewLiving with fear feels more like dying...But, I doMaybe there'll come a dayWhen distortions break clearI can swing my front door openAnd swiftly step with confidenceOnto the welcoming, fresh soilMaybe I will..."