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 best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
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I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
Look not back on yesterday
or what you have left behind.
For only today is yours
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
