This particular song is one of my favourite.
Journalling (the lyrics of the song)
She, maybe the face I can’t forget, a trace of pleasure or regret, may be my treasure or the prize I have to pay. She maybe 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, maybe the beauty or the beast, maybe the famine or the feast, may turn each day into a heaven or a hell. She maybe the mirror of my dreams, a smile reflected in a stream, she may not be what she may seem inside her shell. She who always seem 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 will remember till the day I die She maybe the reason I survive, the WHY and THEREFORE I am alive. The one I’ll 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, SHE, SHE!!!

Credits
Gypsy Song kit by Suzie Belle Designs
Gypsy Song addon freebie by Suzie Belle Designs
font Amy