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.
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
life is confusing
for all of us
no matter how small or how big
we all hav
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
