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
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
If you must go, then go for a while
Remember that the first step is a hard traveled mile.
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
A friend is a person
who has always has your back,
a person
who has faith
have you ever had a kiss
that took you on a bliss
and left you with shaking knees
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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