Take a step, fear tears at you.
Take another, and breathe again.
Your destination looks so far,
And yet, its just right there.

Another patrol, all those steps.
No sane man would go.
How, oh how, can I keep going on,
When fear is all I know?

Yet...go on I must, but how can I?
What must I do?
If I must continue taking steps,
The fear in me must go.

Fear, to go on, is because,
I am afraid to die.
And yet, to keep going on,
I must kill the part that fears.

I've killed that part of me.
And now the fear is gone.
And gone forever, is the fear,
To take another step.
 

©Ben Drake (1999)