Poeme : Fear2

What a pity it would be
If this were so
If in our fear
We lose the chance
To let our feelings show

Fear is the little death
That kills in fits and starts
Keeps us from being true
To ourselves
And keeps darkness in our hearts

Look within and conquer fear
Kill the seeds it’s sown
Know that I will be here
And earn what lovers own

wa a piti it wuld bə
if ti wəʁə so
if ɛ̃ uʁ fəaʁ
wə lozə tə ʃɑ̃sə
to lεt uʁ filiŋ ʃɔw

fəaʁ is tə litlə dəat
ta kijz- ɛ̃ fiz- ɑ̃d staʁ
kipz- ys fʁɔm bɛ̃ɡ tʁy
to uʁsεlvə
ɑ̃d kip daʁknεsz- ɛ̃ uʁ əaʁ

luk witɛ̃ ɑ̃d kɔ̃ke fəaʁ
kij tə sidz- itεs sɔwn
knɔw ta i wij bə əʁə
ɑ̃d əaʁn wa lɔvez- ɔwn