Fear sneaks into your soul like a whisper in the night wanting to plant doubt until courage loses, there’s a thousand threats laid bare especially when the night is deep screaming dangers ahead
Fear sneaks into your soul like a whisper in the night wanting to plant doubt until courage loses, and in your mind the echoes grow like they fill your heart with dread sneaking chaos of warring
Fear sneaks into your soul like a whisper in the night wanting to plant doubt until courage loses, you flinch at every unseen thing and run before the flight so you can bow down to rumor’s call…
Drama slithers through your thoughts wrapping its coil around the truth until reality starts to break, we cry at scandal, whispered tales and even ignite the flame of strife only if you listen and let them in
Drama slithers through your thoughts wrapping its coil around the truth until reality starts to break, they even tangle up our life as they make you choose a side before the facts are clear
Drama slithers through your thoughts wrapping its coil around the truth until reality starts to break, they make you love then hate then thrown in petty fear where the plot unfolds with grand deceit and feeds upon your weakness…
Apathy spreads like fog clouding the fire that once burned below, you do not fear but you simply stop and stare creeping a hollow space inside your chest and as if you no longer care
Apathy spreads like fog clouding the fire that once burned below, you walk through days with empty hands and speak with hollow breath of hope cliches
Apathy spreads like fog clouding the fire that once burned below, no fight remains, no love or no pain just one more step with another task inside a tired frame of thoughts and prayers…
Your thoughts are walls and your will is the key that only thing you decide what is allowed to be free, but walls are built and even gates are locked and alone you will come to decide which thoughts may cross your scared mind
Your thoughts are walls and your will is the key that only thing you decide what is allowed to be free, no voices telling you to bow to chains or even to make you weep for all the world may scream and burn and may even tempt to taunt and pry
Your thoughts are walls and your will is the key that only thing you decide what is allowed to be free, but in the end within each of our mind lies a power to stand form as a guardian of our own soul, we can force its way into your heart only if you grant them space…
Hold the line and defend your thoughts with steady grace
But chains are only chains as long as you refuse to fight
No voice can rule as no hand can press unless you let them win
Take control, stand firm and let freedom rise within
