Fear is no thief that comes in the night.
He's a handsome man in a suit and tie.
His face looks familiar as you open the door,
So you let him in and he takes the floor.
The joy of this moment and the gifts to come
Mean nothing now, in Fear's kingdom.
He's comfortable and familiar, often staying too long.
He's a frequent visitor and signs you that song.
The one that you hate, it wraps you up tight,
Your heart beats faster as you realize it's night.
It's next year and next month, watch, the
seasons have changed
And there was such little joy while you let Fear overstay.
The tales that he whispers rarely come true.
I think I'll spend time with Trust now, how about you?
- mela ruiz