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.
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
A friend is a person
who has always has your back,
a person
who has faith
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
Come a little closer
Honey, come a little closer,
let me whisper in your ear.
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was
