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Fear

 

Powers that preserve,
Powers that protect;
I live to serve,
I’ve come to expect. 

I ran for my life,
To be free to decide;
It ended in strife,
‘Til I wished I’d died. 

I’m no longer free,
I’ve lost everything;
What will my fate be?
What lament shall I sing? 

The loss of my life,
Doesn’t trouble me much;
Its substance is strife,
With a great lack of touch. 

What hope can there be,
When you fear to go on?
I have to be me,
Not anyone’s pawn. 

I’ve made my mistakes,
Too many to know;
I’ll do what it takes,
That’s the line I must tow. 

I wish I had hope,
To make this new start;
But I continue to mope,
With a broken heart.

 


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Fear, by Paul Cales, © 1989