"They were frightened people, with no understanding of my magic."

I could hear frightened people around me talking in panic about my eyes.

This church is full of frightened people, and they're hungry for God.

Other frightened people who felt a little safer if they could reach out their hand and pick up a weapon.

Now please, I have a plane full of frightened people.

Angry, frightened people on both sides, all crushed up together.

They looked better after, like all frightened people when given something to do.

There's a world of frightened people out there, wondering what the economy is going to do to them.

And how do we know that someone isn't out there right now, selling passage to more frightened people?

Where all the little frightened people can have some peace at last.