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.
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
The first time we ever met
Your name was all I knew
But as we got to know each ot
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
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