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.
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
How can I let go of you, the one who holds my heart,
We loved being together, now we cry
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you, the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
