She

She
 Maybe the face I can't forget
 A trace of pleasure or regret
 Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
 She maybe the song that summer sings
 Maybe the chill that autumn brings
 Maybe a hundred different things
 Within the measure of a day
 She
 Maybe the beauty or the beast
 Maybe 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 maybe 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
 Maybe 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