Just keep counting your blessings and lose them one by one

Just keep counting your blessings and lose them one by one

Heaven forbid or heaven foreboding

Feeling a stinging in my nose before the tears start flowing

I am a scared child; an older face, older bones

A fall from grace with every groan

But we all still tremble when we face the unknown

But we all still tremble when we face the unknown

Don't we?

I do, don't you?

Every second, minute, hour, day

I can't help but feel

Still panic stricken, still petrified of the dark

Still taxed, still burdened, bathed in light