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've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<For me, life is a struggle.
It's an impossible reality every single day.
I try to
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
In The Shadow Of Your Warm Love
In the shadow of your warm love
I feel so safe and secure,
And your soft, caring
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
