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.
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not con
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
have you ever had a kiss
that took you on a bliss
and left you with shaking knees
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
