Who knows when my fear transformed from a conscience choice,
Into an powerful, ******, instinct that can speak without a voice.

Overnight a war was waged and fear did sensibility accost.
And surely by the break of day, reason had certainly lost.

And rearing its' undeniable force against my weakened mind,
All faith, and hope, and ability to trust, were also lost in kind.

And there can be no futile appeal, no second charge will ever be,
Strong enough to stand fear down, to reclaim control over me.

And though I may have lost it all, at no point did I ever retreat,
I fought the fear with all I had, and graciously admitted defeat.

And as cowardly as it may sound, it is easier now that it's done,
To embrace what I raged against, and just accept that it has won.