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.
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
How can I let go of you, the one who holds my heart,
We loved being together, now we cry
