I am a sensitive
Dabbling in the light that gives
Knowing healing with care
With the colours of the rainbow
The knowledge is loosed to flow
We keep our secrets hidden
In vaults we call our memory
In chains of time 
We struggle on blind
But to what purpose, what kind
can we only but ponder and wait
Listening inside all our ears
Is the greater ones many light years
Ahead of material wealth
But at the same time
Here and ready for life.