She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure of regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the 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 her stream
She may not be what she may seems
Inside her shell
She will always seem so happy
in her crowd
Whose eyes can be so crowded
and so proud
No one's allowed to see them
when they cry
She may be the love
that cannot hope to last
May comes a need
from shadows of the past
That I remember till the day I die
She may be the reason I survive
The why and where for I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough
and my 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 ...
