She
She may be the face I can't forgetA trace of pleasure or regretMaybe my treasure or the price I have to payShe may be the song the summer singsMay be the chill the autumn bringsMay be a hundred different thingsWithin the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beastMay be the famine or the feastMay turn each day into a Heaven or a HellShe may be the mirror of my dreamsA smile reflected in the streamShe may not be what she may seemInside her shell
She, who always seems so happy in a crowdWhose eyes can be so private and so proudNo one's allowed to see them, when they cryShe may be the love that cannot hope to lastThat comes to me from shadows of the pastAnd I’ll remember 'till the day I die
She maybe the reason I surviveThe why and wherefore I'm aliveThe one I care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take the laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsFor where she goes I've got to beThe meaning of my life isSheSheOh, she....