She may be the face I can't forgetA trace of pleasure or regretMay be my treasure or the price I have to payGee, may be the song that summer singsMay be the chill that autumn bringsMay be a hundred tearful thingsWithin the measure of the dayShe may be the beauty or the beastMay be the famine or the feastMay turn each day into a heaven or a hellShe may be the mirror of my dreamsA smile reflected in a streamShe may not be what she seemsShe may see inside with her shellShe who always seems so happy and proudWhose eyes can be so private and so proudNo one's allowed to see them when they cryShe may be the love and canon home to lastMay come to me from shadows of the pastThat I remember till the day I dieShe may be the reason I surviveThe why and where for I'm aliveThe one I'll care for throughThe rough and rainy yearsMe, I'll take her laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsFor where she goes I got to beThe meaning of my life isSheSheShe may be the love that canon hope to lastMay come to me from shadows of the pastThat I remember till the day I dieShe may be the reason I surviveThe why and where for I'm aliveThe one I'll care for throughThe rough and rainy yearsMe, I'll take her laughter and her tearsMe, I'll take her laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsFor where she goes I got to beThe meaning of my life isSheSheSheSheSheSheSheSheSheSheSheSheSheSheSheSheSheSheBye.