Fear Let Me Be

My blood is quicksand
Cloying and thick
Life slowly numbing
Standing before the brink
Everything is weighted
A noose around the neck
One Step forward
A thousand miles to tread
Canyons beyond
Compass lost at sea
No shoulder to rest on
Only doubt on which to stand
Angels above protect me
Reach out and take my hand

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