Maybe it’s beautiful Maybe it’s safe Good things often look that way Why should I be afraid?   Afraid, afraid of the cave where the monsters live For this is the cave I seek Yet in a strange and mysterious way The monster’s gaze beckons me   Should I enter the cave where the monster’s live? The cave I’ve been taught to fear? The cave full of dust and ghost and grime The cave that turns life into a meaningless mime   Meaningless mime, is that what I should be? Should I take a chance, take just a glance At what this ugly cave has To offer me   Yes, I decide and then a voice inside me cries “No! Don’t go there! I know that beast! I’ve seen that beast! For he is the one who Crucified me!”   You halt at the entrance And then you decide That you will not become another Beast to crucify your Christ