She

She maybe the face I can't forget The 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 phantom or the feast May turn each day into a heaven or a hell She maybe 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 her proud Who's eyes can be so prouder than so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry She maybe the love that cannot hold to last May comes a need from shadows of the past That I remember till the day I die She maybe the reason I survive The why and when for I'm alive The one I care for through the rough in many 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