The time is near
worry is in the air
eyes wide open
fear in most
calm sometimes prevail
lather the faint at heart
rock on flick of gold
you have it in your heart
we all feel worry
anxeity at its root
my feet want to run
heart at its core
today is a good day
mud in the eye
i am right beside you
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