I have a fear of fire.
I have a fear of height.
I have a fear of being trapped alone
On my life's very last night.
I have a fear of towers.
I fear the way they sway.
The way the wind's wicked whispers
whistle past with far too much to say.
I fear some in high places.
I fear they do not care.
I fear they lack compassion
I can smell it in the air.
I fear some have been greedy
I fear corners have been cut.
I fear eyes that should be open now
By weight of coin have been shut.
I fear I'd have known the policy;
I fear it 'cos true.
I fear my undoing would have been
to do what I'd been told to do.
I fear that I'd still be there
Beneath the charcoal blackened soot.
Yes, I fear that I'd still be there now
because I would've stayed put.
Mark 'Mr T' Thompson