Gypsy Soul

A shadow appears on the wall of a room filled with paper flowers i hear a noise of a gypsy crying flowing down the hall she is crying for i have lost myself to the mysteriuos winds of the sky and cant seem to find my way, out of the light for i know now that i must answer her call by looking into my crystal ball i see her face as bright as the day and tell her i will help her find her way though she is scared and feeling cold, she takes my hand and tells me i am her soul for i knew in my heart that she was right and that the time had come when i had to lead her through the light and back into the night..