A silent voice echoes in your mind,
Daunting you in the face of thousands.
Murder it
With your sword of gallantry.

Phobia's the voice that kills off talents,
When weakness remains in sight.

With your mind daunted
And ever petrified,
Fear's like a brakeless truck,
Crushing chances as though dead weights.

So make your fear quiver
Like one trapped in a snowstorm. 
Make it bow to you;
Then murder it!

As long as bridges of success are,
You will cross it.

Just if you murder your fear.