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.
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
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
