I fear the fright of every man,
One that can't be helped or canned,
The feelings inside me start to bubble,
Again and again I feel nothing but troubled,
It hurts to say and I hate to show,
But sad as it is, my weakness grows,
It's hard to act or find the words,
The fear inside can't be cured,
Everyone has  insecurities,
Some get choked up or even freeze,
The Lord tells us "be happy and do not fear",
But thats not easy when he isnt standing here,
So what is the fright of every man?
Is it a lack of love from his clan?
Is it a fear of flying high,
Only to fall and eventually die?
Some are frightened at the sight of spiders,
But real fear is known by those spun like tires,
Round and round there lives have gone,
But what will it be like at the final dawn?
As the old turn and start to go dreary,
We can only feel bad that they are so weary
When they breathe the final breath of life,
Will all they worked for be cut up with a knife?
The biggest fear of every man
Is what will be left when he can no longer stand,
Will years be wasted and spent in the dark,
Or can you do something and be a spark?
Life needs to be spent with kindness and class,
But do what u can to make your memory last