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.
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
My love for you is uncontrollable.
My feelings for you are unstoppable.
Can't go
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
