Somethings we all have in common
Is a fear of troubles.
A baby to an adult, they fear
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They run away from them
Laughing at the corner are troubles
They get scared easily of
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They don’t want to face
Such a delicate thing called troubles
They just think it’s a faze
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They feel the need to be unsolved
Because they are being chased by troubles
They don’t want to be living
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

It is time they face
Their own troubles
It is time they make amends with
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They need to stand and be brave
And let loose of their troubles
They need to be shaking hands with
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They can do it, I might say
As it is not a troubled thing, which is troubles
They can let go of them
An eerily quiet thing called troubles