"Within The Deepest Darkness (Fearful)" lyrics
"Within The Deepest Darkness (Fearful)"
Loneliness can lead to acts of desperation and strange places
And emptiness can breed the aching fascination for strange faces
Solitude can be a toxic state of mind
Fester and decay like a cancer
Ponder and brood I don't mean to be unkind
But hiding away is not the answer
So reach out, hold out your arms
Don't be scared to stumble and fall
Reach out, hold out your arms
There's nothing to be fearful, fearful, fearful of at all
Fearful of at all
Fearful of at all
Fearful of at all
Your worst fears can lie in hopeless rejection and neglect
Cupid spears can fly and bring affection when you least expect
In anticipation of venial pleasure
Your imagination runs away
Desire and temptation in equal measure
Infatuation you can't deny
So reach out, hold out your arms
Don't be scared to stumble and fall
Reach out, hold out your arms
There's nothing to be fearful, fearful, fearful of at all
Fearful of at all
Fearful of at all
Fearful of at all
Inshallah (Inshallah)
Reach out, hold out your arms
Don't be scared to stumble and fall
Reach out, hold out your arms
Raise your head high and stand up tall
Reach out, hold out your arms
Don't be scared to stumble and fall
Reach out, hold out your arms
There's nothing to be fearful, fearful, fearful of at all
Fearful of at all
Fearful of at all
Fearful of at all
(There's nothing to be fearful)
(There's nothing to be fearful of at all)
- AZLyrics
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- The Mission Lyrics
album:
"Another Fall From Grace" (2016)
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