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.
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
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
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
One word can start a friendship,
One kiss a love affair,
One smile can bring you
Ever since
I laid eyes on you,
I knew for a fact
This was a dream come tr
I've always viewed life from the sidelines,
Just watching it passing me by.
In th
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
