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 his way He'd just say 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! 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 futre I am love! She flipped the tarot card and bent a smile that said Ah preperation presentera puissance The world was made for those who can begin again