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 recognize her face) I recognize her face But when I focus I notice (she's in another place) She's in another place And she's smiling, and resting, peaceful, and free Makes me wonder, if it could be me? (Could it be me?) Could it be me? Her heart it's been tempted, her lips have repented 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, oh-oh, oh I see her in my reflection (I recognize her face) I recognize her face But when I focus I notice (she's in another place) She is in another place And she's whispering something that I wish I could hear (wish I could hear) Makes me want to be there (want to be there) Makes me want to be there (want to be there) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Could it be me? Could it be me?) (Could it be? 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 The soul of a poet The body of a poet (see her in my reflection) The body of a goddess And the heart of the King She blessed and she know it Serene when she show it (I recognize her face) Jah-Jah fire blazing in her voice when she sing The soul of a poet (but when I focused) 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 (she is in another place) Jah-Jah fire blazing in her voice when she sing And she smiling, resting, peaceful, and free Makes me wonder If it could it me? Could it be me?