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.
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
When you feel like the world
has turned its back on you,
there's always one perso
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
