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.
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
You make me laugh and smile
when I need a cry, even if it's only for a little while.
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
There's this subject called chemistry
how it works is a total mystery
it is an at
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
