She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price
I have to pay
She maybe the song the summer sings
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 the 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 throught the rough and
many years. Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souveins.
For where she goes I've got
to be the meaning of my life is
she.... she.. she.... she.... oh...she..