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.
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
