"He"

He may be the face i can't forget 
the trace of pleasure or regret 
maybe my treasure or the prize i have to pay 
He may be the song that summer sings 
maybe the children autumn brings 
maybe a hundred different things 
within the measure of a day 
He may be the beauty or the beast 
maybe the famine or the feast 
may turn each day into a heaven or a hell 
He may be the mirror of my dreams 
a smile reflected in a stream 
he may not be what he may seem 
inside her shell.... 
He, 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 
he maybe the love that cannot hope to last 
may come to leap from shadows in the past 
that i remember 'till the day i die 
He maybe the reason i survive 
the why and wherefore kind of life 
the one i care for through the rough and ready years 
Me, i'll take the laughter and your tears 
and make them all my souvenirs 
and when he goes i've got to be 
the meaning of my life is 
he....he
oh, he.... ♪♫♪ 

Bueno esta es mi versión jajajajaja 
te quiero mucho Tony, estamos locos. :3