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.
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
When you feel like the world
has turned its back on you,
there's always one perso
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
