She may be the love that cannot hope to last,
May come to me from shadows of the past,
That I 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 and rainy 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, she, she–.