She

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

Within 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 come 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 oh she