May be the face I can't forget
The 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
The 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 in
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, oh
she