Everything we gave out, was reflected back,
Turned into cold dead stone, all from fear,
Not for our reflection did we shed a tear,
All good things beheaded, self-attack.
Just like Medusa turning men to stone,
There are inner things we’d never own,
Took the sword of pain to pacify serpents,
Step outside into the world never known
I will still be full of fear,
But fear is just life growing.
I can go, I cannot fail to steer,
That would bring being stone forever, never knowing.