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.
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
Didn't want a battle,
Yet you declared war,
Each knock you gave me made me strong
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Happy Birthday to my very best friend.
Your special day has come by again.
We had
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
