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.
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
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
You brought me sunshine
when I only saw rain.
You brought me laughter
whe
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
