quinta-feira, 22 de setembro de 2011

She

She, may be the face I can't forget
Maybe the treasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay.
She, maybe the song that summer sings
Maybe the chill that autumn brings
Maybe a hundred of different things
Inside the measure of the day.

She
Maybe the beauty or the beast
Maybe the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
Maybe the mirror of my dreams
Smile reflected in the stream
She may not be what she may seems
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in the crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one is 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'll remember till the day I'll die

She
Maybe the reason I survive
The why and where for I'm alive
The one I care for through the rough and ready 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