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 mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
If Four Is A Party So This Is A Parade
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
