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.
God Sent Me You At A Moment In My Life
When He Knew I Needed A Companion
Only He
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
