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.
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is let go of you
And look forward instead of back
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
