We with the gift of prophecy are given no honor.
So I will give you what I gave to John Connor
Close your eyes and keep your head down,
no one will take you so don’t buy the gown.
I told her you can’t be a good mother and be a bad wife,
that wise hearths do not foment anger and strife.
Has any one listened and has any one cared?
The dark master approaches, don’t think you will be spared.
Wandering minstrels now seem out of tune,
It all seemed so easy that cold morning in June.
My heart grew three sizes the day that we met
in order to make room for the pain that I’d get.
If not for contentment then why were we made?
I don’t miss the tree but I do miss the shade.
Never knew I was playing until I had lost,
he numbers the days while I’m counting the cost.
I am not like the others, I’m like crackers and jam.
Doesn’t anyone here know how special I am?
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