She

She maybe the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret Maybe my treasure of the price I have to pay She may be the song The summer sings Maybe the chill the autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within the magic of a day She maybe the beauty or the beast Maybe the famine or the feast May turn each day into a heaven or a hell She maybe the mirror on my dreams A smile reflect in a stream She may not be what she may seem inside her shell She who always seem So happy in all crowd Whose eyes can be so bright and so proud No one's allow to see the when day cry She maybe the love that can not hope to last May come to me from shadows of the best But I remember till the day I die She maybe the reason I survive The why and wherefore I've live The what I care for through the run and ready hills Me I take her laugter And her tears And make all my souvenirs The way she goes I got to be The meaning of my life is She she woo she