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?