If Fear had a Voice

If fear had a voice
I don't think it'd be loud
And if I had a choice
I listen to the sound
Of dry words spilling out
To waft with a cold breeze
But there is a nagging doubt
That I'd not escape the freeze

'Cause who has ever lived say
That they have heard him speak
And is there really any way
To escape the icy peak
That we all feel inside ourselves
When fear is whispering
And who am I to try to delve
Into such mysteries

Still,
If I could speak to fear
I can promise that I would
Just to finally have him hear
That in the end he could
Not stop a few from racing on
And ignoring his sharp hiss
Although his bow is always drawn
With some of us, he'll miss