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 light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
What we have is something new,
Our love for each other has always been true.
We m
life is confusing
for all of us
no matter how small or how big
we all hav
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
