My skin was made of courage
When I was young and small;
It only takes a bandage
When I get hurt or fall;

But as I grow in knowledge
And as I'm growing old,
This courage gets a shortage
When skin gets scraped and all;

My skin is forming damage
Whenever I get bruised;
So now that I am old in age
Courage is overused;

And underneath the courage
Another skin appeared;
The one called fear has surfaced
When courage has been peeled.