She

SheMay be the face I can't forgetThe trace of pleasure or regretMay be my treasure or the price I have to paySheMay be the song that summer singsMay be the chill that autumn bringsMay be a hundred different thingsWithin the measure of a daySheMay 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 dreamsThe smile reflected in a streamShe may not be what she may seemInside her shellSheWho always seems so happy in a crowdWhose eyes can be so private and so proudNo one's allowed to seeSheMay be the love that cannot hope to lastMay come to me from shadows of the pastI'll remember that untill the day I dieSheMay be the reason I surviveThe why and wherefore I'm aliveThe one I'll care for through the rough in ready yearsMeI'll take her laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsFor where she goes I've got to beThe meaning of my life isSheSheShe