A friend asked me once

To describe my greatest fear

I could not answer her that day

For my fear, to me, wasn’t clear

 

As hard as I tried

I could not pinpoint

Which fear I held in the highest

Or which fear I could appoint

 

I still could not answer her

But still she would not rest

So she asked me alone

If my fear was death

 

I thought to myself

Could it be death’s cold hand?

But yet, even death couldn’t

Put fear under its command

 

Then she left me

Alone in the Dark

Only then did I see

Which fear hit the mark

 

My fear was to be alone

To be forgotten as time goes by

To die holding only death’s cold hand

To be remembered by only the wind and sky

 

After I told her

She whispered I understand

And I’ll remember you

As she took hold of my hand

 

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