I fear not my flaws. I fear not my end of days.
It’s of this strength inside me, that I am most afraid.
I’m in love with my angels. My demons. Their foes.
Could I fall in love with the person they created. I think so.
But it's a different kind of fear. Makes my heart soar. My psalms scream.
It’s not binding me to earth; it's urging me to dream.
I fear not my flaws. I fear not my end of days.
It’s of the strength inside me, that I am most afraid.
Some have greatness inborn, some will grow with fate.
But it’s of my belief, that we are all great.
