Opening My Mouth Fearfully
Fear is such a gripful thing
it takes hold of you so tight
giving no air indeed to breathe
life seems filled much with night
So often when words don't come
fear grips you like a real noose
stammering as I do nothing works
will anything ever turn me loose?
yes it does control me at times
limited to when and where I speak
tension takes no rest forever full
making one feel up the creek
The effort it takes to speak
can really drain your tank dry
making one so tired need sleep
to rekindle life making one fly
Oh to be rid entirely of this deep fear
to speak naturally to your fellow man
thankfully I'm not as fearful as I was
so keep believing that I fearfully can!
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