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've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
