A SIMPLE MIND, A HEART SO PURE

                                                                                                         
               A SIMPLE MIND, A HEART SO PURE


 He lived a life of dreams, the world was a 
 Strange place,

 A boy so different to others, he learned to run away.


 A simple mind, called stupid for the way he saw things,


 A girl he would befriend, under a big Oak tree they 
 Would swing.

 A simple mind, a heart so pure belonged to this
 Thinking man,

 He saw all things in such a simple manner, a gentle 
 Soul.

 Time would take him full circle back to where he
 Started,

 He would love, lose, and then love again, a girl on 
 A swing.

 A child of his own, married did he this love from 
 Childhood,

 He had everything to share, sickness would take his 
 Love away,

 A simple mind, a heart so pure would burry his wife under  
 That Oaktree of before.
                   Keith Garrett
                                                                                                         A SIMPLE MIND, A HEART SO PURE


                                                                                     He lived a life of dreams, the world was a strange place,


                                                                                          A boy so different to others, he learned to run away.


                                                                                      A simple mind, called stupid for the way he saw things,


                                                                             A girl he would befriend, under a big Oak tree they would swing.


                                                                               A simple mind, a heart so pure belonged to this thinking man,


                                                                                    He saw all things in such a simple manner, a gentle soul.


                                                                                   Time would take him full circle back to where he started,


                                                                                   He would love, lose, and then love again, a girl on a swing.


                                                                                  A child of his own, married did he this love from childhood,


                                                                               He had everything to share, sickness would take his love away,


                                                          A simple mind, a heart so pure would burry his wife under that Oak tree of before.

                                                                       Keith Garrett

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