There's so much to be afraid of and who could ever take away this fear, and every step I make no progress seems to ease the pain, I shall no longer watch the audience pray. Is it not strange that pain is easier to understand compared to what we dream? Is it not strange that suffering feels just like a lonely friend and silence is our shield. There's no such angel looking down on you no it's gonna be okay- there's no rainbow without rain. There is no pixie taking care of you it's all just fairy tales, there's no rainbow without rain.