A place where Fear abounds,

I'm held captive on the ground.

Can't spread my wings and fly,

I can't soar amidst the sky.

My wings are held, constrained.

Fear's strength, it has not waned.

As I vainly struggle on,

To defeat this evil con.

Others see and call to me,

They dive and lift me free.

At last I stretch my wings!

The buzz of freedom sings!

But I'm blinded by the feeling,

Gusts of wind send me reeling,

My heart: it starts to stutter.

Fear's hands as a constrictor.

Free Falling, Panic, Chaos.

Blood Pounding, All is Lost.

But something stills inside me.

See the light, shining brightly!

It gives me strength and warmth,

And courage to go forth.

My Demon's power dwindles

My fire quickly kindles

I rise up tall and proud.

With my head humbly bowed.

But I feel an urging westward.

I follow, going onward.

And I feel I'm ripped in two

The thought, it leaves me blue.

For those I leave behind

My heart, to me, I bind.

The wind blows through the leaves

The black clouds huff and heave.

But I turn with courage strong

And the Mistle Thrush sings its song.