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.
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
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