Danny The Dreamer Boyd
I fear the darkness deep, alas, within;
But being part of me I must embrace,
As I was taught to be but full of grace,
If even, oh, my best was but a sin.
I hide it though it's right beneath my skin,
I can't, but wish that they won't find a trace;
And find I must a cure indeed apace,
But how when dark beclouds my simple ken?
In fear, almost, I think I've lived my life;
But not from her, or him, or them, or you;
It's larger than what people seem to see!
And when the dark doth look forever rife,
I know, in fact, I must no more pursue:
The countless demons deep inside of me.
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