"never gone"

To think that fear was gone,
but then to hear the anger,
to see it in your eyes
and feel it on your breath.
To think that fear was gone,
but then to hear the anger,
to see it in your movements,
and feel it on the air.
To think that fear was gone,
but then to hear the anger,
to see your hand raise,
and feel it on the way.
To think that fear was gone,
but then to hear the anger,
to see the hand coming,
and to feel my guard go up
and to hear my voice
and to hold my own.
To think that fear was gone,
but now to feel your anger,
to see it in my mind
and to feel it in my heart.
What a fool am I,
to think that fear was gone.