I Was Afraid All of the Day

I was afraid all of the day,

I was the bars of my own cage,

I woke up, and in fear I lay,

Shielding my face from summer rays,

I was afraid all of that day,

I got up slow and afraid,

Staring off in a fearful way,

I went darkly through my day,

All through the day I was afraid,

I had no courage and no faith,

I became a walking cave,

Who once was brave, but now afraid.

I'm familiar with this way,

I face this fear,

I've been a slave,

And each time I've earned the day,

I've held a torch - it's gone away.

And so what did I hold today?

What was it that broke my days?

Was it the moon or the sunny rays?

Was it a bird? Was it a face?

Was it a presence or escape?

Was it appetite and taste?

What good feeling came my way?

What delight was on display?

Well here I am at close of day.

I'm at my bed and still in shape,

I'm still afraid of close of day.

My black eyes didn't go away,

I was afraid all of the day,

And now I look the moon in the face,

And in my fear, I curse it's grace;

It's waste.