Maria Luisa Taylor (Madrid, Spain)

Fear of confusion,
Fear is alway there,
Fear stalks there,
Fear stalks us,
Fear of you

Fear is the smell of,
malicious grind of,
a walking devil
Fear of truth,
Everyone has fear

They don't even know,
where it comes from

The feeling ruling and,
runing this world

Fear of tomorrow
Fear was my one true enemy
Fear loses when I am close,
to you.