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.
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
You came as a ray of light,
Made my life cheerful and bright,
Showering your affe
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
My heart literally hurts.
My chest is in pain.
Life without you
Will neve
