I Awake To Bed It But Once More
When I awake each morning with fear and fight
I see the morning's light
So I know that I am blessed to have made but one more night
You see although I struggle with fear while it is light
My terror haughty me day and night
This devil is worst without the light
She claws within the realms of the soul where fear lives and doubt hides
no place for peace or excape just waiting for the light
Although I am but not alone in my plight for fear is she a might fight
She brings but our own truths against us and make them bigger than they are
She wiill make us weaker than we really are so fight
Heed my warning stay strong stronger longer she will take flight
Before morning's light
I too hope this will be mine soon
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