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 the day.


She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into 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 a 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 can and hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I 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 rainy years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I got to be
The meaning of my life is

She, she

She