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.
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
