" THIS LIFE"


 The sun rises to an unforgiving day, what preys',


 Sympathy has no smile, It does not walk my way.


 Faces of lies speak to me, Satan In their eyes,


 Spirit In the sky takes a grip of my hand, strength.


 This Is a mans' land, not of pure and good,


 This life, this life of mine Is an alone adventure.


 Words' pour out of their mouths' like water so dirty,


  Only sounds' do I hear, unrecognizable to these ears.


 They try so hard to take this heart, they can not steal,


 I'm reminded of the hurt they know I feel, not unreal.


 This life, this life takes If It sees a smile and 
 Happiness,

 When It knows It's In me.


                                                                                             
      Keith Garrett