The Visitor

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 in hand 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 through To get out of his way He'd just say Oh, if I can 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, (preparacion présentera puissance) 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 (preparacion présentera puissance) The world was made for those who can begin again