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.
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
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