FEAR.
My biggest fear will never visit me
Never will I allow myself to fall in
To cave in, to wither, to fall.
For I will stand as strong as a weeping willow.
In the darkness he lurks, always behind me.
Following me just as if he were my shadow.
Watching my every step trying to slither in.
I think he's evil, he want's nothing but the worse.
His joy is to see me unhappy, see me at my worse, see me with nothing.
As long as I keep my faith, he will never see that day.
Taking one step at a time, Never looking behind.
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