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 thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
