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 sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
When you feel like the world
has turned its back on you,
there's always one perso
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is let go of you
And look forward instead of back
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
