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.
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
No other friend is quite like you.
No other friend could do exactly what you do.
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
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
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
For me, life is a struggle.
It's an impossible reality every single day.
I try to
