FROM MY OWN EYES'


 There are many things' that I can see,
 The blue sky above and the light that the 
 Sun brings.




 I see those who wander all around,
 They have no home, they don't make a sound.





 I see those who are only concerned with their own,
 They have not a care for others' around.



 The trees that I see move from the wind passing
 Through,
 I see the birds' fly fore this they can do.




 What Is It I see when I'm looking at you,
 Is my future still to come, for us things' we 
 May do.

                       Keith Garrett