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 touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Didn't want a battle,
Yet you declared war,
Each knock you gave me made me strong
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
