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.
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
