by John Reddin
Fear is the lane way, it's cold and it's stark
As you make your lonely way home in the dark
Fear is the night knock you hear on the door
You're all on your own, and it's now half past four
Fear is the stage that's empty and bare
You see all the crowd, and they simply stare
Fear is "the letter". You'll open it soon
The Taxman has written. "Now about last June"
Fear can be comical sometimes for sure
Two men in the shower, the soap on the floor
Fear is the feeling you get when you've seen
The damage you've done. Now you're sober and clean
Fear is the look that all children can make
When they see that their football has damaged the cake
Fear is the shadow behind every door
You turn on the light, and it's gone evermore
Fear is the feeling, when a racist remark
Will stop you from walking alone through the park
Fear is the sliver of glass in your hand
You know it will cut. It's the pain you can't stand
Fear is the thunder that comes with the storm
The lightning as well, but a rug keeps you warm
Fear is the height of the mountain you're on
You know if you move, one slip and you're gone
Fear is so different from one to the next
Some get around it, and some think they're hexed
