Confronting shadows

Why can't I walk in the garden at night? Horrible shadows keep blurring my sight ~ They make me run like a man with no balls. Each time I trip and get bruised from my falls. These shadows whisper cold fears in my ear, Now I understand the songs sung by fear, Yet I must confront these fiery shadows, But each new night, fresh darkness runs the shows. Though I'm a child and children fear the dark, Since most darkness are silent, still, and stark. That's why my shadows I must now confront. The trepidation they bring, I must hunt. Tonight is the night I'll set myself free, From my whole life, fiery shadows must flee. Yet I still fear walking in the garden, But from these hauntings, I seek a pardon.