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 shell
She who always seems
So happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be
So private and so proud
No one's allowed to see
Them when they cry
She may be the love
That cannot hope to last
May be to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember
Till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore 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 got to be
The meaning of my life is
She she
She
