The Vigour کے بول

A pebble, a bone, a sigh and such Can all become unnerving when one is succumb To the vigour of fear Reckless as, it feeds on the young Fear, fear in myself evoking thought Why all just seems so unfathomable A sword in my breast, twice kissed in protest Why all just seemed so unfathomable Yet totally real Fear, fear in myself Fear, fear in myself evoking thought Why all just seems so unfathomable