What I fear,
I cannot tell.
For is it death or the risk of losing,
I cannot tell.
Every morning I hear,
The highly frequent ring of that towering bell.
But, is it a sign of freedom,
I cannot tell.
I cannot tell,
The lies from the truth.
For the lies are many,
But truth is just one.
And the fear of dying,
Is critized by no one.
For is it living that I fear,
Or the sound from that hollow tale,
What I fear,
I cannot tell.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 8:13 AM UTC
What I fear,
I cannot tell.
For is it death or the risk of losing,
I cannot tell.
Every morning I hear,
The highly frequent ring of that towering bell.
But, is it a sign of freedom,
I cannot tell.
I cannot tell,
The lies from the truth.
For the lies are many,
But truth is just one.
And the fear of dying,
Is critized by no one.
For is it living that I fear,
Or the sound from that hollow tale,
What I fear,
I cannot tell.
