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 she