Night signs on the carriageway Crystal stains on the windowpane White hair follicles dilate She hears the morning news A lifetime to ignore the waves Her unbridled mind On the weeping way Spirals fly on the visible plane She said... When I was young I used to hear things That were being said Miles away Weeks away I was the only one I was alone I often thought myself someone else At the same time In a different place Why is that so? How can that be? It was an unfair invasion! She fears her own power She never recognised her ability to heal