The Visitor - Kadhja Bonet

Her gowns of gossamer

With sea blown in her hair

Ribbons left undone

Skin the color copper

She comes without a call

And doesn’t say a word

Looking glass impaired

Candidly you watch it

Oh!

If I don’t look there

Will I still feel bare will it show my secrets?

Oh!

If I don’t confess

Will I have regrets will it shape my future…

She sets a tarot card

A fool lies on his face

Lost despite his own

Compass yielding pocket

He can’t be guided though

To get out of his way

He’d just say, Oh

If I just dismiss all the strengths I’ve missed

They will fall behind me

If I can just ignore all the faults in store

I can fool my future

Bring me love

Love, love, love

Love, love, love

Love, love, Love

So many restless nights I brought unto myself

Ah, preparracion presentra puisance

The power lies in that you get just what you give

If I would do my best, no regard for perfect

I can bare my deepest

If I would do my best, no regard for perfect

I can guide my future

I am love

Love, love, love

Love, love, love

Love, love, Love

She flipped the tarot card and bent a smile that said

Ah, preparation presentera puissance

The world was made for those who can begin again, ah