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've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
Friends indeed,
Together we will succeed.
Our dreams will come true,
Fore
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
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