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.
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
Raindrops on window panes
Stars at night that are just airplanes
Sparks of light
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
No other friend is quite like you.
No other friend could do exactly what you do.
