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.
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
Like a daisy in the sun,
she's my friend, she's no.1,
she is as sweet as a chocol
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
