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.
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
