I'm not afraid of birds and beasts Of men, of death, of passing time Not often at least How I catch myself Although such fears can certainly be Very valid in the viewer’s mind
No, I am afraid of something else, of something like this: "What will I find when I get to that place, to the end of that line?"
And therein within, at the end of all things When there is no tape left for me to rewind
I find my fear which is in fact, that I'll be left Trying to understand and satisfy both of our minds
How actively and willing I’ll always be to compromise But, that one day, I'd become this way Like the only one who prays each day To walk the narrow, bitter line
For years and years That way to be Simply stuck to you, and stuck with me
Trying to bend and break most faithfully Until I meet my own demise and internalize the eternity
That, is the fear, which frightens me
Because a wise man says not change their ways But change your own, first in your time
Which I can do because I’m me But just being a wise man doesn't means That I'm not a human And that I won't desire change equally
For such a fear is real to me Because I've witnessed, time and time again The bitterness of inequality
Don't quote me on this... I'll probably end up tweaking it later.