In a room behind the door is chained a fearsome beast
I feel it moving constantly, its pacing will not cease
Through the cracks around the door I see the shadows flicker
And if I try and look inside the shadows flicker quicker  

What can it be so dark and fell, so dire I dare not look
And yet one day I know I must its dreadful presence brook
I must be brave, the time to stand and face it now is near
And though it frightens me so much, I must address my fear  

So now I pluck, my courage up, and stand before the door
I open it and look inside and there upon the floor
I see the cause of years of fears, that made my courage slack
And sent those yellow shivers climbing up and down my back  

Now I can see my fears cause, right there upon the floor
A screwed up ball of paper? – “Yes”! and yet there’s so much more
Shadows thrown upon the wall that so disturbed my mind
Behind the paper on the floor a Candle in the Wind  

But is that candle all there was to compromise my peace?
What other monsters are still chained whose pacing will not cease?
How many different fears abide, within my fevered brain?
Are there monsters still to face, ere I find peace again?  

Never travel on a road, in fear of what you’ll find
Expecting monsters on the way, for they’ll be in your mind
No, see the monster waiting there, make passing him your goal
And then you’ll find your journey’s end is just a simple stroll