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.
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.
<Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
The winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is c
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
