«Pray, boy, pray»; she whispered in my ear
with a poison needle aimed right at my fears
As the words of the Litany relieved me
I realized it was I who had decieved me
No Fable, no fiction
ever made it easy
I will not fear. Fear is the mind killer
I will allow it to pass over me.
When its gone, only I will remain.
And when she asked me
to tell her of my dreams
she did so only
to decieve
I felt your Gom Jabar
but from mine there’s no reprive
I learned the way of the knife
and the cutting will be a relief
I will not fear. Fear is the mind killer
I will allow it to pass over me.
When its gone, only I will remain.
