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