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.
If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
Enough Hurting Those Who Love You
Wondering why you have so much hate
Before you see it will be too late
Trying to
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
