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 maybe 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 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 comes 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
