The Omen

I have an omen,
everybody can see it.
Everybody hear it, everybody are afraid.

I have an omen.
When I walk down the street, when I swim in the river, when I talk to the tree.
Everybody know it, everybody turns away.

I have an omen,
my soul speaks for herself,
everybody hear her, everybody disagree.

I have and omen,
Not my name, not my face and neither my scar.
I have and omen because I love my guitar.