Why would I be fearful of night?
When I've spent so many hours
looking in delight
at the moon glued to the sky
and the stars flickering
like dancing fireflies
How can I be fearful of the dark?
When I've spent months
wandering its lonely streets,
It's old, crooked buildings
with rotten beams.
I've seen the worst
it can show my eyes
and still I look on,
knowing it will hold me tight
How can I be fearful of the shadows?
They have kept me company
when I've been alone, and no-one shows.
They have always stayed close,
when everyone else goes.
They have sat with me,
as the clock strikes three
and I should be sleeping.
They sat with me
as I cried my heart out
they listened to my weeping
in sympathy
How can I be fearful of hell?
When I've spent years
in its fiery grip.
I've looked deep
into each lava filled pit.
I've heard
the distant screams
and I've sat
and scrawled my name
on the charred remains
of burnt-out trees.
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