Way back when I was young,
I thought of a song that was soon to be sung,
I remembered things I had never done.
I thought it was a game and I was having fun.
Soon this gift became a burden.
My being was haunted but I continued learning.
By dreams and nightmares, these images were burning.
I wished and wanted, and tortured by this yearning.
These emotions I didn't understand from where they came.
When I heard stories, I felt the same.
What is this feeling, this unforgiving pain?
What are these images, calling out my name?