| So dark, so frail Afraid to move Afraid to fail. So scared to speak Afraid to blink Afraid to do wrong. And scared to be hurt Afraid to move Afriad to speak. If I do wrong, I am torured for a week So I sit here and tremble. Not knowing what to do when I hear you getting near Because I am scared of you I don't know what to do, But to cry to myself, and hide your anger. Copyright � 2000 Dawn L. S. |