Fearful of loss, we stretch not to try
Closed to hellos, regretting good-bye
Fearful of growing, we scatter our time
In vague dreams aborted, Lost is our prime

In dread fear of failing, we fear yet to rise
In forfeit, untried for, lost is the prize.
In fear of loving, we stand each alone
Never to reap the seeds left unsown

In terror of needing, we choose not to give
In cold dread of dying, we’re fearful to live
Rejecting all pain, we’re scared numb to care
Afraid of a failure, our zest lost to dare

In fear’s net entangled, strangled is life
Untouched by pain, untested by strife
Fearful of owning our own destiny
We fear so to live—we cease even to be