She Maybe the Face I Can't Forget

The Trace of Pleasure or Regret

Maybe My Treasure or the Prize I have to Pay

 

She Maybe the Song that Summer Sings

Maybe 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

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 Seemed So Happy in a Crowd

Who's Eyes can be so Private and So Proud

No One's Allowed To See Them

When They Cry

 

She Maybe the Love, That Can Not Hope to Last

May Come to Me, From Shadows in 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 Ready Years

 

Me, I'll take Her Laughter, and Her Tears

Make Then All My Souvenirs

For Where She Goes I've got to Be

The Meaning of My Life Is

Sheeeeee

Sheeeeeeeeee