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.
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
The past you cannot forget or undo
The future is all we can look forward to.
&nbs
When I am hurt
And broken apart,
When I have no purpose in life,
You tell
life is confusing
for all of us
no matter how small or how big
we all hav
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
