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