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.
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
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I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
