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.
Ever since
I laid eyes on you,
I knew for a fact
This was a dream come tr
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
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
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
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
