She
She may be the face i can't forget
the trace of pleasure or regret
maybe my treasure
or the prize i have to pay
She may be the song
that summer sings
maybe the children
autumn brings
maybe a hundred
different things
within the measure of a day
She may be 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 leap
from shadows in the past
that i remember 'till the day i die
She maybe the reason i survive
the why and wherefore
kind of life
the one i care for through
the rough and ready years
Me, i'll take the laughter
and your tears
and make them all my souvenirs
and when she goes i've got to be
the meaning of my life is
she....she
oh, she.
