The Gifted One

 

 

THE GIFTED ONE

 

 

 

 

I HAVE A CERTAIN VISION;

THAT NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE.

THERE ARE EVENTS OF THE FUTURE;

STUCK INSIDE OF ME.

 

I DON’T CLAIM TO BE A PROPHET;

A SOOTHSAYER I AM NOT.

BUT, THERE IS NO DENYING;

THE SPECIAL GIFT I’VE GOT.

 

I’M SOMETIMES CONSIDERED EERIE;

LAUGHED AT AND CALLEDWEIRD.

BECAUSE I LISTEN TO VOICES;

VOICES YOU CAN’T HEAR.

 

THEY GUIDE ME THROUGH THE DAY;

THEY GUIDE ME THROUGH THE NIGHT.

I SOAR THROUGH THE AIR IN MY MIND;

NEVER ON A SOLO FLIGHT.

 

BUT, SOMETIMES I FEEL ALONE;

MY HEART FILLS WITH SORROW.

THEN THE VOICES TELL ME;

IT WILL BE A GOOD DAY TOMORROW.

 

SO MY HEART NOW FILLS WITH JOY;

TOMORROW SHALL SHINE THE SUN.

“HOW DO I KNOW?” YOU ASK;

FOR I AM THE GIFTED ONE.

 

 

2004 DANNY MAHLON UNDERWOOD

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