"Pray, boy, pray"; she whispered in my ear   with a poison needle aimed right at my fears   As the words of the Litany relieved me   I realized it was I who had decieved me   No Fable, no fiction    ever made it easy   I will not fear. Fear is the mind killer   I will allow it to pass over me.   When its gone, only I will remain.   And when she asked me    to tell her of my dreams   she did so only   to decieve   I felt your Gom Jabar   but from mine there's no reprive   I learned the way of the knife   and the cutting will be a relief   I will not fear. Fear is the mind killer   I will allow it to pass over me.   When its gone, only I will remain.