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.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh, and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory<
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
Ever since
I laid eyes on you,
I knew for a fact
This was a dream come tr
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
You came as a ray of light,
Made my life cheerful and bright,
Showering your affe
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
You told me not to fart mom,
so I didn't eat the beans.
You told me it would smel
