IT AIN'T DYING I'M TALKIN' ABOUT


 He was blinded, a deep anger to hide his true 
 Feelings about the past,

 Wasting precious time hiding from a young man, a certain 
 Truth to be told.

 This ranger who spent his life by the law protecting and 
 Ridding the bad from the world,

 A son who every day was close to him but had not a clue 
 That this man with a badge was dad.


 A friend for life, he fought and laughed each day by his  
 Side, they talked of life and dreams,


 His son would learn of his connection to a father but not 
 Spoken from a father's stubborn lips.


 Talking about the end, a fact that all would die, 
 Something Would someday take us away,

 Hard times in a cruel, violent, world where a man's life  
 For many reasons would be cut short.


 Death for these friends and rangers was witnessed throughout 
 Their lives on many a trail,

 Two men so different as they were in ways much the same, 
 Philosophy and stories told by a fire.


 It ain't dying I'm talkin' about, this friend with a zest   
 For life, A man who tried to see the beauty of the day,


 It's living! to awake each morning with the breath of   
  Life My friend, Take in every moment until the end.

                     Keith Garrett