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.
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
life is confusing
for all of us
no matter how small or how big
we all hav
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
