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.