When I was young, I have caught a glimpse of my fear
It's strange, it looks like a maroon sphere
And as it rolled towards me with high speed
It becomes bigger and scarier indeed!
Almost like a flood or an explosion of a ruptured dam
Or the panic when you forget everything in an exam
As I got older, I wanted to learn from the life of Christ
And live life with a feisty kind of spice
So I took a needle from mother's sewing box
Pierce it through until it crumbles like small rocks
So there is no more maroon sphere
Only a blue sky so clear
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