Gypsy Soul

The fire that burns within her heart

covers with truth and things of dark

she stretches out your shaking palm

she reads your future in studied calm

she wears her darkest roman beads

her mystic gypsy mind exceeds   

on dark and light and all that seems

her soul can tell her soul can read  

gazing into her crystal ball

she can see your future, there’s no wall

the scared, the sinner and the unfaithful fools

she can see the pictures, she sees it all

when she wakes each morn at dawn

her eyes they bleed her heart be torn

the deep red blood her tears are scorn

her talent a curse a rose a thorn  

It’s haunting her, her gypsy soul

unwanted power she can’t let go

sometimes she’d wish to break the spell

down to the fires of darkest hell

the pain she’s witnessed, she cannot change

her visions and remorse will forever remain

into the fires she wishes to go

just to burn away her Gypsy soul.