Friends come, friends go, a painful fact I know,
Still I hope to find that
special one, who will never go.
I've only known you for a short while, though
it seems like years,
A friendship should not be built on a future filled with
fears.
But the fear is there that you too will one day go,
And how
hard it will be for me to let go, you'll never know.
They haven't made the
words to say how much you mean to me,
I've been blessed by knowing you, a
blessing my mind can't conceive.
But I want you to know, when the time
comes when we must part,
All the things you have meant to me, I will treasure
in my heart.
I've learned so much from you. More than you'll ever know,
So
you can understand why I say, it'll be hard to let you go.
When that time
comes, I know, somehow I'll make it through,
Till then, I'll save the minutes
and treasure the hours with you.
Don't feel bad , I'm no fool. I know there
will come a time,
When goodbyes must be said. When ways must part. Still it's
a crime.
With tears in my eyes, a cry in my voice and pain in my
heart,
Let me hold on to the joy of knowing you, until we must part.
Let
me leave it at this, as I reflect, on a future loss,
No Matter what the
future holds. For me, there will never be,
Another Christopher Voss.
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Written for and dedicated to a
special friend who means the world to
me, Christopher Voss, I'll never forget
you.
Like an angel, he graces the stage,
His voice showers over the
crowd.
History turns another page,
Johnny angel, take another
bow.
Like an ocean, drowning all your fears,
Leaving laughter, where
once lingered fears.
His tender voice and caring smile,
Expresses, let
love live for a while.
Years come, years go, his magic remains,
His
impact on music, tightens fame's chains.
Another Johnny Rivers, there will
never be,
He has certainly made an impact on me.
It's like he's an
angel, sent from heaven above,
To shower this world with peace and
love.
It's tragic, it's a crying shame,
Johnny Rivers is not in the Rock
& Roll Hall Of Fame.
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Johnny
Rivers is my favorite singer, songwriter and musician.
My wish is for others
to come to know and enjoy his music as I do.
There will never be another
Johnny Rivers Read my tribute to Johnny
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The angels in heaven all gathered around,
Everyone cried when God sent you
down.
For you were the light that made heaven glisten,
And when you
laughed, everyone listened.
You were the prize only God could make,
And
God sent you down for only us to take.
With you here, the world's so much
brighter,
And the heavy hearts we once had, now feels so much lighter.
You
were made special, and though you don't know,
In the winter, you're the pure
white that comes with the snow.
In the spring, you're the leaves so green
upon the trees,
In the fall, you bring to us the different color
leaves.
What you bring in the summer, there is no need to say,
For all the
sunshine there could be, you bring to us each day.
So what can I say to tell
what you're worth,
For with you here, my little angel, there's a little
heaven on earth.
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Written for and
dedicated to my niece Angelina Velez.
Hey little Teddy bear, my how you've grown, in just a very short while,
I
can't believe you were given to me, just to make me smile.
You make my sun
much brighter too,
With everything you say and do.
You're much too pretty
to sit on a shelf and spend your time alone,
Come along with me and I'll
share with you, everything I own.
When God made you, He made a prize,
Of
golden blonde hair and pretty blue eyes.
For you don't need pretty clothes or
little shinny shoes,
You're an angel in anything, even if it's used.
So
smile my little Teddy bear, for someday you will see,
All the love I have for
you hidden deep in me.
So my little Teddy bear, don't shed a tear, for if you
only knew,
Each passing day you're far away, God knows I'm missing you.
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Written for and dedicated to my niece
Jennifer Leigh Smith.
When I think of you,
I think of a rose,
Kissed by the morning
dew.
A bird soaring across a sunrise,
the wind gently brushing its
wings,
As it embraces the endless skies.
Dreaming by a lazy
beach,
Learning from nature,
What words could not teach.
The rush
of a cool stream,
Splashing down a mountain side,
While I sit, and watch
and dream.
The pure touch of a snow scene,
How it's tender white
drops,
Once again, makes the world clean.
The rhythm of the falling
rain,
Tap, tap, tapping my windowpane,
When troubles like storm clouds
darken my day,
What do I think of, why, Simply Andrey.
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Written for and dedicated to my special friend Andrey
Heavens
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Tiffini, the name spills out, elegance and
grace,
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The house I live in is made of glass,
That can shatter so easily,
The
glass is tinted, the colors change,
To match the mood in me.
Red when I am
angry, blue when I am sad,
Green when I envy and yellow when I am glad.
I
can see out, but no one can see in,
As it should be,
Within are hiding
places to run to when,
Solitude is what I need.
One stone against a wall
and the glass will shatter instantly,
The glass house I'm speaking of,
Is
the part of me you see.
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I love
the movie THE GLASS HOUSE, and wanted to write
something with the
title.