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.
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
No other friend is quite like you.
No other friend could do exactly what you do.
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
