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.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
Cammy my rabbit, feminine but buff
no really, this isn't a bluff!
A rex with her
