Those things we fear, those awful things,
the ones that knock us down,
They are hard to bare and very unclear,
but usually how we are found.
I’m talking of the lightning struck tower,
that knocks us right off our feet,
With those fitful nights and awful dreams,
it’s so hard to go off to sleep.
Then after we usually find we survive,
it’s never as bad as it seams.
The nightmare of my impending doom,
is only played out in my dreams.
You see we’re trained to be fearful,
to always expect the worst ending,
Never account for survival it seams,
unless it’s on life we’re depending.