There’s nothing to fear now and nobody who
I need to protect me from being run through.
I’ve food on my table, a wife in my bed,
Three wonderful children, so what do I dread?
A big brooding something will swallow me whole?
A dark dusky valley will drain off my soul?
Some tough mean ole bullies with rumor, assail?
Or maybe it’s just that I think I have failed.
So how do I fight my way out of this pit?
How, to that brighter spot I’d like to get?
It would be good to be done with this scene,
Avoiding this place, yes, for that I’d be keen.
O.K., fine, I’ll jot a few words in a journal,
A brisk walk would help twice a day or diurnal,
But most of all, be-yond these things, yes, a must,
In God and myself I will fasten my trust.
