I was afraid all of the day,
I was the bars of my own cage,
I woke up, and in fear I lay,
Shielding my face from summer rays,
I was afraid all of that day,
I got up slow and afraid,
Staring off in a fearful way,
I went darkly through my day,
All through the day I was afraid,
I had no courage and no faith,
I became a walking cave,
Who once was brave, but now afraid.
I'm familiar with this way,
I face this fear,
I've been a slave,
And each time I've earned the day,
I've held a torch - it's gone away.
And so what did I hold today?
What was it that broke my days?
Was it the moon or the sunny rays?
Was it a bird? Was it a face?
Was it a presence or escape?
Was it appetite and taste?
What good feeling came my way?
What delight was on display?
Well here I am at close of day.
I'm at my bed and still in shape,
I'm still afraid of close of day.
My black eyes didn't go away,
I was afraid all of the day,
And now I look the moon in the face,
And in my fear, I curse it's grace;
It's waste.