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.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
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