From the top of a tower

On the darkest hour

Stood a man with no fear

 

He never stopped to wonder

"What makes me afraid?"

No test 

No challenge

No thought to change

 

But tonight was different

Tonight he did think

About what he was afraid of

 

He had never fought a battle,

Nor defeated a fearsome giant

 

But then again he didn't know how.

How could he wield a sword with the experience a knight required?

Was this fear?

This creeping feeling of

The unknown

The "what if"?

 

If this was fear, he thought

He must learn to conquer it.

To fear no more

And be more than it.

 

But he never realized

Without fear

There is no caution.

 

So after learning to fight

And wield a sword

Into battle he went

His weapon in tow

 

He fought and fought

With might and no fear

But all his dreams ended

With the point of a spear

 

He died that day

Because he had no fear

No sign to stop

For his will to disappear

 

So without fear

Are we really strong?

Not monsters in disguise

Who feel no wrong?

 

Without fear

Do we know what's right?

So we can sleep peacefully each night?

 

So I believe we should question

This factor of life

Before a spear hits our backs

And we can't think twice.