The boy named Fear

March 22, 2009
By EstherSora GOLD, Woodside, New York
EstherSora GOLD, Woodside, New York
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I used to live up in the hills and rode the great jet planes that reached across the sky,
But now I can't even possess the power I had before,
And why must I feel lower than a rainy day of clouds
And why must I go knocking on your door for my way home
Well can you tell me how much faith I had to measure up for you

waken up feeling bright and suddenly I see your face
I feel your linger onto my breath
Drowning me away and away
But, why do I seem so lifeless these days
I can't remember the times I had nothing else to take in
And why does this have to last so long and feel so far away
Because I won't live with that fear
So I'm looking up, looking far, feeling the love rush in
Taking you, sucking your life off far away



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