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.
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see all the love you have for me.
I see in yo
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
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.
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
I've always viewed life from the sidelines,
Just watching it passing me by.
In th
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
life is confusing
for all of us
no matter how small or how big
we all hav
