As the morning grows, my heart sinks low
In anxiousness and trepidation, waiting for something to come, though I don't know

Fearful of an uncertain fate, anticipatory dread will soon come too late
Unable to run or hide away, no choice but to accept my faith

A small storm begins to brew, so quiet that it's hardly a clue
My chest tightens with every breath taken, uncertain of what awaits ahead awaken
Every step and every breath brings me closer to what may be death
Sweat drops as if I'm standing in the rain, while anxiously thinking of future pain

There's nothing I can do but go along my way, until whatever lies ahead...