One by one my friends
are covered by shadows.
The sunlight ends
and a cold night wind blows.
Used to be that The Fear was about
walking down the street, then
a brilliant flash knocked us out.
There's a harsh wind, and then...
Now the oncoming Fear is Death by Virus.
So powerful your mind can't visualize.
So ominous we're crazy with stress.
So vague we can never relax.
Here comes a blizzard of hidden intent.
It could be a great change for humanity.
But some say it's our total destruction.
Change will be hard, could be a calamity.
The dread will wake you in the night
when it creeps into your dreams.
Nothing can stop our fate, it seems.
It's coming close, bringing tears
and fright
So wrap it up and toss your Fear
in the trash.
Fear won't help when comes the day.
Put it out of your mind,
and D A N C E.
Dance until the Morning Sun comes out.
Dance until everyone becomes a friend.
Dance until you drive away your doubt.
Dance until the end.
illustration by Erica Snowlake
