What am i afraid of?
the dark or the light
am i afraid of the one who stand s in front of me demanding me to fight?
am i afraid of the day when i die
becauSee no one on this earth would have a reply.
am i afraid of my devious ways
am i afraid of Seeeing Calvary's gate
i am afraid of letting my family go
becauSee there is no one on earth who wants to See there faces glow.
but i am not afraid of speaking up
becauSee peoples words are full of nonSeenSee and i am fed up.
I fear not the dark of coming night
but instead the cunning of evil
that chooses to hide in a guise of white
I fear not the unknown
but the prospect of never discovering
what I did not understand the day before
I fear not the tangible loneliness
of difference in a crowd
rather, I fear
the day I become one with it
for then I will never be found.