Fear
Heart beats
Short breath
Restless feet
Inner death
Filled with tears
They're never shed
There are fears
They're in your head
You may want peace
But none you'll find
This is a danger
In your mind
You can fight
But not with knife
You may find light
Within your life
It's still a war
But it will end
Quiet moments poor
Will be your friend
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