The Visitor - Kadhja Bonet/Not Documented

Written by：Kadhja Bonet

Her gowns of gossamer

With sea blown in her hair

Ribbons left undone

Skin the colo 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