I carry an immense weight on my soul
Grief, sorrow, and pain are all I know
I've seen the shadows in eyes of dead
And know of things in which words cannot be said
I am an oracle for the secrets of Fate
And further a passage for early and late
In present knowing both future and past
Is a gift you chase but hate to last
To see events coming or too late to change
To know of another's immediate fate
To visualize what has yet to come
And to replay what can't be undone
This is my gift, my curse, and my fate
To know things too early, or see them too late
