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 made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
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I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
When I am hurt
And broken apart,
When I have no purpose in life,
You tell
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
