She

She may be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or a price I have to pay
She may be the songs that someone sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within a moment 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
It's my reflected image seen
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Who also can be so private and so proud
No walls around to see them when they cry
She may be the love that just knows how to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember 'til the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I care for through the ripe and rainy years
Me, I'll take her love to end their tears
And make them all my souvenirs
Forever 'cause I've got to be

The meaning of my life is she
She, she