A shaggy young man walked down the Lane with a guitar in his hand, forming a chain of chords in his head. The man plunked himself down crosslegged in front of the oak, tuned his guitar to a lonesome B-minor and began plucking strings in anguished counterpart to Franklin's mouth harp....
The luminous energy that permeates throughout in Shawna's presence can be felt deeply within; truly exquisite, carrying transformative chords of peace, balance, harmony within and enhanced understanding with profound meaning in our collective encircling essence. ...
my heart is longing to be home D hoping I can catch you on the phone [Verse] A Hey mama, so many questions on my mind, and if I could go back, oh, D A yeah, I would hold the hand of time A Hey mama, I never thought that I'd lose my way D A but all I really want r...