If You Listen to Fear

Harken here.
You’ll be lost without my strings.
You’ll shed too many tears.
You’ll lose those useless wings.

What if they catch you?
What will they say?
What if they disapprove?
What will you have to pay?

You can’t watch this in front of them.
You can’t try this out.
You can’t read this then.
You can’t draw this now.

How will you finish it?
How will you succeed?
How will you make it fit?
How will you lead?

You won’t ail.
You won’t displease.
You won’t fail.
If you listen to me.

 

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