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.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
Y
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
Give me your loving,
give me your heart,
give me everything we won't be apart.
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
