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.
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
The winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is c
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
