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.
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh, and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory<
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And
Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
Ever since
I laid eyes on you,
I knew for a fact
This was a dream come tr
