The people are afraid of darkness and sadness
Of spiders, flies and coming madness
Of being poisoned, by dolls taken
Or they are afraid of decisions making

Phobias… Where do they come from?
Why do they come to us?
Why do they torture us?
God knows or devil hides.

I know one man he fears a lot
To turn into salt on a winter road
When he sheds a tear from his eyes
He's very afraid that through this he dies.

I know one woman she is afraid
Of the trees in the forest that stay so fade.
She is so afraid that they all can fall
And kill her and no one will help at all.

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