She
May be the face I can't forget
The 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
The 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'll 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 in 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

Maybe I just expect too much from people.

From the front lines can it be seen
We adoring every move You make

Beyond the competing, we are the strangers
Falling ever forward through the web of You
Subtle lies lost on life

Too good to last too long in love
To pretty for a world like us to love
Too much like anything just out of reach
Too much, You're too much like a special little gift

Special little, special little gift
To me, to all, to all, to me
We all think You're real special
Like a cancer, like a blindness
Like a special indeed

Does he bend and fold and stretch just to cross Your sky?
Does he thank You for the pain and take the beating just like I?
You special little pretty thing - A wonder in the world
You're special, special just like ME!