The Danger Was....

Feeling the cold in the depths of summer,
there is no warmth just the chill of fears;
can never hear an angel’s singing,
when my own hands cover my ears.

No hope to see when walking backwards,
only the predictable fall to the floor;
I cannot stop to turn and face it,
incase I find what I’m looking for;

    it isn’t just a fleeting feeling to me
    and I never was one to let it be.

          The danger was never facing a lie,
          all I can say is I should have let it die;
          first day to last they thought I was insane,
          because I always gave myself the blame

    and when I turned around,
    there was no faith to be found.

A failing torch shines against noon sunlight,
modest beams ignored for the glorious strong;
if there was a breeze I’d be blown away,
any wind would mute the singing of this song;

    I knew I wouldn’t fulfill any dreams,
    don’t you hate when life is what it seems.

          The danger was never setting things straight,
          all I can say is I should have climbed that gate;
          first day to last I was here securing my fate,
          because I always dismissed the love for hate

    and when I see things clear.
    of course, all I see is the fear.