Moving Along with the Talents Theme

Still thinking on the Parable of the talents... just a few more thoughts.

  

So why did that servant bury the one and only talent ? 

One answer , but not necessarily the whole one...

Pretty, pretty on the fence,
In your pretty moment of innocence,
You do not see that I see inside,
The quiet heart you’re trying to hide.

Don’t hold your head too high,
Don’t be afraid to cry,
Because you know my dear, its only fear, its only fear.
Yes my dear,
Do you hear, its only fear, its only fear, its only fear.
Yes its only fear, its only fear, its only fear,
That keeps you locked in here

Now you make believe you wasn’t bright,
And you may not see how they confine your sight,
And maybe you wake up late at night,
Wondering why you feel so tired.
Well my dear, let me tell you now,
Do you hear, its only fear, its only fear, its only fear.
Yes its only fear, its only fear, its only fear.
Yes its only fear, its only fear, its only fear,
That keeps you locked in here.