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 winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is c
No other friend is quite like you.
No other friend could do exactly what you do.
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
I wake up every day with your smile on my mind.
It's a beautiful sight to behold, so soft
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
