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 future's 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