Caul Bearer

I am what you call a bearer of the "caul" I was born with a veil that covered my face It's supposed to be a sign of many things For me this caul has given me the future It is not something I can control These things I see or feel Sometimes they just overwhelm I'm brought down to my knees It's when they're strong and frighten me I don't know where to turn I know I'll sound quite insane if I share The feelings of gloom that pain me so But every now and then, I get a hint From one close and dear,that shares the caul Of something coming near We do not have to say or explain the feelings In our heads We know by now it's from the caul That wields and shares its doom I never know exactly when or where The tragedy will occur Only feel the emotions that each event procures It becomes a albatross I carry round my neck This gift I was born with,Foresees fear and death I wish I wasn't the one to carry this cross It's knowledge is not of hope just misery and loss.