Fear will always be there.
Following, tied to your ankles
In the brightest days one can see it so clearly,
In the darkest nights it becomes the hard air to breathe
Fear knocks on your door
The more locks you get, the louder it knocks
Fear sounds like birds chirping on a Saturday morning
The harder you try to sleep, the closer they seem
Only once one takes a breath of air,
Embraces the dark,
Opens the door,
And sings with the birds.
When they give in to their fears,
The will become free from them.