..
she
may be the reason i survive
the why and wherefore im alive
the one ill care for through the rough and rainy years
me ill take her laughter and her tears
and make them all my souvenirs
for where she goes ive got to be
the meaning of my life is she..
..
i've loved i've laughed and cried
i've had my fill my share of losing
and now as tears subside,
i find it all so amusing
to think i did all that
and may i say, not in a shy way
oh no, oh no not me
i did it my way..
