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.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
