Through many tears and many fears,
Times of pain and times of cheers,
Thoughts of death through lots of death,
and smiles of pains with morning rains.
The never ending screams and shouts,
The ever pending thoughts of doubt,
All of this topped with a cherry so red,
A cherry so red that makes life from the dead.
Those creatures of dead become creatures of dread,
They bring out no smiles, like much i have said,
And all in the end when all's said and done,
The creatures of dread become that which i shun.
The point of the story is oh but so clear,
Oh but so clear to those who draw near,
The moral is simple,
From problems don't run,
But confront them head on,
And face towards the sun.
Keep your head high,
And keep your mind clear,
That is the answer,
Of how to stop fear
Times of pain and times of cheers,
Thoughts of death through lots of death,
and smiles of pains with morning rains.
The never ending screams and shouts,
The ever pending thoughts of doubt,
All of this topped with a cherry so red,
A cherry so red that makes life from the dead.
Those creatures of dead become creatures of dread,
They bring out no smiles, like much i have said,
And all in the end when all's said and done,
The creatures of dread become that which i shun.
The point of the story is oh but so clear,
Oh but so clear to those who draw near,
The moral is simple,
From problems don't run,
But confront them head on,
And face towards the sun.
Keep your head high,
And keep your mind clear,
That is the answer,
Of how to stop fear
