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.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
