Could It Be

Tell me what you see, when you look at me

Tell me do you know, how high how low can you see the road

The soul of a poet

The mind of a poet

The body of a goddess

And the heart of the King

She blessed and she know it

Serene when she show it

Jah Jah fire blazing in her voice when she sing

Her life is invested

Her faith has been tested

The fruit of her remission is surrender to the promise of eternal life

Because she know the heights

I see her in my reflection

I recognise her face

But when I focus

I notice, she is in another place

And she smiling, resting, peaceful and free

Makes me wonder, if it could be me?

Could it be me?

Her heart has been tempted, her lips has relented

Forgiveness is the method that she uses to deal

All her expectations has been tempered by patience

Forged like a sword of the greatest steel

Now her days are all splendid worries have ended

Skillful when deciphering the symbols on the journey to eternal life

Because she know the heights

I see her in my reflection

I recognise her face

But when I focus

I notice, she is in another place

And she's whispering something that I wish I could hear

Makes me want to be there. Makes me want to be there

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Could it be me? Could it be me?

The soul of a poet

The mind of a poet

The body of a goddess

And the heart of the King

She blessed and she know it

Serene when she show it

Jah Jah fire blazing in her voice when she sing

Her life is invested

Her faith has been tested

The fruit of her remission is surrender to the promise of eternal life

Because she know the heights

I see her in my reflection

I recognise her face

But when I focus

I notice, she is in another place

And she smiling, resting, peaceful and free

Makes me wonder, if it could be me?

Could it be me?