THE CIRCLE OF FEAR
Living outside the circle of fear,
Lightning strikes but doesn’t come near.
Sitting alone outside in the rain.
The sky and I feel all the pain.
Thunder don’t you leave us again.
I still remember the Moon.
Nightfall is coming soon.
We will travel by the light of the Moon.
Down on my knees, thanking the sky,
a prayer for thunder and regrets for good-bye.
The only time we’ve ever been at peace
is the when the storms outside echo the beast,
caged in our heart that screams for release.
I’ll still inherit the Moon.
Move over, Babe, and make some room.
We’ll do it in the light of the Moon.
Bent by the wind in this field of death,
I curse the almighty and worship my breath.
I die to the past so that I can live now.
The reaper pulls up in his razor blade plow.
And the only way out is down.