The Answer

The crystal lays before me
Not seen by another's eye
For I not only tell the future
But who is going to die

A man comes in to see me
With questions of his life
He wants to know what lies ahead
And if he'll find a wife

He wants to know about a car
A house and all his money
He wants to know if he'll ever find
His land of milk and honey

I place my hands upon him
And visions soon appear
With shocking news I tell the truth
It's he who'll die next year

Copyright1998©Gerald King