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.
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
God Sent Me You At A Moment In My Life
When He Knew I Needed A Companion
Only He
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
