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 know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was
You told me not to fart mom,
so I didn't eat the beans.
You told me it would smel
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
