Why is it that we all assume
That evil lurks within the gloom;
That demons prowl in dead of night,
To haunt our dreams and cause us fright?
Why can't the shade be friend, not foe,
Who protects and guides us as we go,
Or one who is asking us for aid?
A sobbing voice: why be afraid?
Why must we judge either man or ghost?
Or is it our fears we fear the most?
If you are a person who would harm none,
Why should I fear you when you've gone?
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Well chosen title. Casper is the friendly ghost. I agree with your reasoning. I deplore the fact that fear plays such an important force in our lives. So often, people fear what they should embrace as their helper and friend.