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
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
Girls!
They protect you!
Mind you, correct you!
In ways you never thought
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
