Womb or the Tomb

You may choose to keep it to your chest
Wear it in the bosom of your heart
Fly it right on your sleeves like pride
Till you voice it on the mountain

I wrote to you in my dream
Loaded with desires
You are my place of harvest
Scare crows do not scare me

So, I sing for you now
Lyrics of confession of my love
We have nothing to fear but fear
Only tombs keep the dead

Bose