this fear i'm running from it's actually the past mystery(enormously sad at death of the papa at aged four.two)

this fear i'm running from
must not let it whine me
it's just death i'm shunning, hum
a little song of why me?

if i fret and cannot calm(no!)
then it's a safe pet i'm bombed(Whoa!)
if i'm worrying hurry n' tell me:
stop it boy, set your roosters on Wheeee!