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.
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
