fear

To live a life in fear or sorrow
To hide from thoughts about tomorrow
To walk through days with head hung low
To shy from friends for fear of foe

You want to stand, want to be strong
but days are cold and nights are long
and as you curl up in your bed
a thousand thoughts float through your head

Thoughts of a future filled with hope?
but then again, how would you cope?
You see no future ahead of you
The past is empty, the present too

A lonely path this is to roam
without a goal, a love, a home
without a place to call your own
with eyes of glass and heart of stone