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 know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
The past you cannot forget or undo
The future is all we can look forward to.
&nbs
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you, the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
