(It always does, somewhere),
The sun growing slowly, bright in the east
As it does ev'rywhere,
Each person will either face it or not,
So many days a year,
Each day a choice whether you think or not,
That can only be made by facing fear,
Fear of what you do not know is coming,
Or p'haps of what you do,
Fear of the success trying might just bring,
What it might do to you.
Then there's the fear,
E'er the moon you'll be dead,
A very real possibility that,
Has kept better people than me in bed.
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