Scared, I am of the little things,
how long can we hold on to the strings.
Scared, I am that one day you'll disappear,
deep in the realms of your own atmosphere.
Scared, I am of standing in the crowd all alone,
in the night's darkness nothing would shone.
Scared, I am that the day could just let me drop,
hurt me to the core and this would never stop.
Scared, I am that I wouldn't feel you once again,
left alone with the bleeding heart tied with a chain.
Scared, I am that on me it would never rain,
every grieving drop would relate my undying pain.
Scared, I am of being scared,
yearning but have never dared.
Scared, without you my breath coming slow,
just keep holding on as I feel the flow.
Scared, that I might lose you someday,
but deep within my soul the anchor's aweigh.