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.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
A friend is a person
who has always has your back,
a person
who has faith
