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.
Like a daisy in the sun,
she's my friend, she's no.1,
she is as sweet as a chocol
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
