Because Nira Dabush, there's only ONE !... ... ME.
I'm not the one, I used to be..
But I am who I am...
In some ways I'm different.. in other ways maybe the same.
20 years ago, I was me... the one & only Nira Dabush, very different from today, but similar in a way. In about 20 years - Who knows.. (?) Surely I will not be the same.
She may be the face I can't forget,
A 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 dream,
A 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 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.
Perhaps there is another woman named, Nira Dabush.. That I don't know.. but surely she is not ME. Because there's only ONE, Nira Dabush - ME !.
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