On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Didn't want a battle,
Yet you declared war,
Each knock you gave me made me strong
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
