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 see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
Come a little closer
Honey, come a little closer,
let me whisper in your ear.
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
