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.
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
My love for you is unconditional and enduring.
To you, I promise to always be reassuring.
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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