I'm afraid.
I'm afraid that when I'm up in the late night that I won't be able to call anyone.
I'm afriad that I'll be sitting alone every day, putting on a face of charade.
This panic plantaid that keeps me breathing in smiles of faith,
I can't create anything more than these unblemished words.
I'm afraid that I won't have anywhere to call home and that tomorrow will be a yester-year away.
This breathe is not my own, neither are these steps.
I'd like to resist the constant stream of tears, but sadly enough, being screened out by fears.
Each day defines my steps,
Each smile defines-these 17 days-each blink of an eye-these nights.
I'm afraid I will be all alone.
A few studdering moments, and this day shall be yours.
Lord I'm giving you my heart, my soul and everything in.
I'm afraid of leaving everything I've ever known.
I'm afraid of being lost.
But most of all I think I seem to fear the broken.
I fear being broken...being unalarmed, being unalive.