The Frightening Fear
Fear of oneself is a fear deep within
To scrap through the noise and deepen the grim,
Though life is precious its tough to see
The wanting and needing of some to me!
A friend is a means, a way, a life,
A gift from heaven to keep you out of strife,
A life a lil like yours but through different eyes
A different role but never a despise.
We go through life so often,
Not stopping to enjoy the day.
And we take each one for granted,
As we travel on our way.
The things we take for granted so settled and so true
The things we see for pleasure so pretty and sea blue
The things that teach us what it is we are supposed to do
The things that reach through and shine that light upon you.
Starry eyes that see the sky,
they see above and want to fly.
Feeling hurt and peeking through
A looking glass, easy for you.
When I see the picture on my wall, it doesnt fade me or make me fall.
I see the face trying to be full of hate, but those eyes will not co-operate.
With your films I first heard your name, but it was your music that shot you to fame.
The films are mad, so weird and scary, my mum thinks your extremely hairy.