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
<Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Come a little closer
Honey, come a little closer,
let me whisper in your ear.
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
