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.
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
A friend is a person
who has always has your back,
a person
who has faith
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
