Testo The Fortune Teller

At the county fair, paper walls so thin
She sits and waits, cards in hand
Young bride comes in 'Will he be true?'
Her eyes say more than words can do

The visions come, like thunder now
Clear as day but heavy somehow
Should I tell them what I see?
Is truth a gift or cruelty?
Some futures hurt too much to share
Should I tell them what I see?