He may be the face I can't forget, a trace of pleasure or regret, may be my treasure the or price I have to pay.He may be the song the summer sings,may be the chill that autumn brings, my be a hundred different things within the measure of the day.
He may be the beauty or the beast, may be the famine or the feast, may turn each day into heaven or a hell.
He may be the mirror of my dream a smile reflected in a streamHe may not be what she may seem inside her shell
He who always seems so happy in a crowd, who's eyes can be so private and so profd. no one's allowed to see them when they cry.
He may be the love that cannot hope to last ,may come to me from shadows of the past that I remember till day I die
He may be the reason I survive the why and where for I'm alive the one I'll care for through the rough and many 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 he,
