There’s a little word that we call fear, It will catch you anywhere, jump at you, and appear,
The feeling in your stomach’s pit, The pounding, the butterflies throwing a fit,
The feeling of safety slowly slipping away, Tearing comfort away, into fray,
As the sweat trickles down, And your smile turns to a frown,
And you suddenly think to yourself, All we have to fear, is fear itself,
You’re safe and there is nothing to fear, And your fear is suddenly nowhere near.