So you think you know the real meaning of fear?
Yeah, you think you do know, but I doubt it.
When you sit in a shelter with bombs falling all over.
And the houses around you are burning like torches.
I agree that you experience horror and fright
For such moments are dreadful, for as long as they last,
But the all-clear sounds--then it's okay
You take a deep breath, the stress has passed by. But real fear is a stone deep down in your chest.
You hear me? A stone. That's what it is, no more.