Ahmed

I fear the struggle

I fear the strife

A fear of death

A fear of life

I fear for you

You fear for me

I fear for what

Will come to be

Blossoms bloom so fine

Only to fall from the vine

I will grown an orchard

Filled with broken portraits

I got a feeling

I'm just scared

I'll start believing

When I see you there

Life's a portion

When you die its done

Pretend your something

Not fooling anyone.

Blossoms bloom so fine

Only to fall from the vine

I will grown an orchard

Filled with broken portraits