She

May be the face I can't forget

A trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure

Or the price I have to pay

She may be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Withing the measure of a day

She

May be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into

A heaven or a hell

She may be the mirror of my dreams

A smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what

She may seem inside her she'll

She who always seems

So happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can me

So private and so proud

No one's allowed to

See them when they cry

She may be the love

That just hope to last

May come to me from

Shadows of the past

That I have remember

Till the day I die

She

May be the reason I survive

The why and where for I'm alive

The one I'll care for through

The rough and ready years

Me I'll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've go to be

The meaning of my life is

She she she