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.
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
