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