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.
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
A wish for lots of birthday fun
To last until the day is done.
Hoping that all yo
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
I've always viewed life from the sidelines,
Just watching it passing me by.
In th
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
