My Crystal Ball
My Crystal Ball
I have this little crystal ball
I’m afraid to look inside
Afraid to see the future
Afraid of what it hides
I don’t want to see
What tomorrow may bring
It may bring happiness
Heart aches and pain
It just might show me things
I do not want to see
Causing sorrow to over take
A great part of me
What must I do with my
Little crystal ball
Should I look inside and
Answer to its call?
Maybe I will see; where
Time is no more
Or maybe it will be
Better days then before
Part of me wants to know
What tomorrow will bring
It could hold riches, or
Almost any thing
To want to know the future
They tell me it’s a crime
It’s something that bothers
Me; consonantly on my mind
My crystal ball stares at me
While setting on the shelf
I am tempted to look
I just can’t help myself
Trying to see the future
Is like a hard riddle
Keep messing with the present
You get caught up in the middle
I think I’ll throw my crystal ball
Far out in the sea
Cause only God knows my future
And what’s in store for me
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