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.
I thought I saw you the other day
I was wrong
I thought I heard your voice
<The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
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's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
