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.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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