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 best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that n
