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'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
The winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is c
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
