The fear

I wonder if the fear,
Is still on people's mind,
The fear of the night,
The night of strong winds that,
Left everything reckless,
I wish I could do something,
I wish I could know that the fear is still,
Lurking around and killing peoples mind,
The spark of courage goes down,
With a desperate shout of help,
And all I wait here is for,
The fear to kill my mind,
Will I become a fear to the people,
That's not what I know,
But I think the only choice,
Left for me is to,
Fight the fear at my doors,
Till then I think ,
what my fear would be like,
If my spark of courage,
Would be strong enough to fight it.