One day while driving my car

I kept hearing sirens behind me and not far

But I kept on checking the mirrors and all around

There are no police cars, fire trucks, or ambulances to be found

For my whole trip, these sirens kept blasting in my ears

Making too hard to concentrate what was really near

Came very close to getting in a wreck myself

But now knowing a friend of might be hurt somewhere else

There isn’t anything I can really do

I can only keep hearing and just wondering who

I beg God to stop this and say, “Why is my gift so cruel?”

My gift sometimes does feel like a curse and not a cure.

Oh! How I do hate the days I have to go shopping

For all those people not knowing, without moving their lips, they are sure talking

It seems to me that is when individuals are concentrating

On what they are really doing and seeing, but not what they are thinking

This is the time and the place that most people let their guard down

They no longer have a shield up covering their minds, hearts, and souls now

I can easily spy, but not wanting to; finding out their secrets them most of the time keep hidden

I can’t really let them know, for I am a stranger and that is forbidden

I learn to ignore what I do feel and hear

I learn to let people actually speak to me when they come near

Waiting patiently for them to really open the door and ask me

And try not to let them know that I know more than what is meant to be

A psychic’s nightmare is knowing, but not knowing enough

Like a paparazzi spying on ones privacy and stealing their private stuff

Having the urge to help, but not having the others permission

Seeing and hearing all things come true, but can’t really guide these people in the safest direction

Having to be forced to sit on the side lines and just watching from afar in fear

Dealing with so much hurt, guilt, and shame with everyone near

Dealing with millions of problem that is not of your own

This really tears me up inside. Tears me up all the way to my bones

Knowing that I can’t help every single person in town

I have to only wait for them to finally come to me with a frown

I can’t open up and make me look like a foolish clown

Not knowing when is the right time to be quiet, or speak out

I do so badly want to shout and say watch out

But will they really listen or ignore my warnings

Or will they found out they should have in the next morning