fear my dear
the more you fight,
the more it draws near

cling to the light
or stay out of sight

once you let it in
just a smidgeon
it becomes cat
and you the pigeon

only when we drop all pretence
can we leave our defence
allow fear to wash over us
accept our fate
open the gate

smile death in the face
and say ok
I am done with this rat race
when we stop to cling
only then do we fear
nothing not a thing

hope you dont mind me joining in the chorus there, you inspired me :)