Wake up in the middle of the night,
Soaked with fear in your bed,
Something you know is wrong but you fear is right,
Is the image within your head.
A brutal picture is inscribed in your mind,
Of an event you fear will take place,
In your dreams you've come to find,
A game of failing face.
You know it is fake but can't let go,
Of all these visions that haunt your sleep,
They won't leave even though you know,
That those promises I will keep.
You must face your fear,
For them to leave,
To your eyes they may seem drear,
But you have no reason to grieve.
Reach out your hand,
And take mine to save my life,
When I knock you down take a stand,
And remove from my hand the knife.
It is the best way,
To conquer these images that haunt you,
To know you'll prevent that day,
When you face the things you do.
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