I fail in fear of
what is to come
I stay in fear of
what is far
I dream in fear of
what is real
I sigh in fear of
what may become solitude
I reach in fear of
what will be left
I have in fear
more destiny
than in
happiness
I fail in fear of
what is to come
I stay in fear of
what is far
I dream in fear of
what is real
I sigh in fear of
what may become solitude
I reach in fear of
what will be left
I have in fear
more destiny
than in
happiness