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.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
<It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
