Sometimes I wait for the telephone to ring,

 A wanting for a voice that does not sing.

 Sometimes I dream about and sometimes I cry,

 Love and peace are held deep Inside, understand.

 Sometimes I feel that I have to go away, I stay,

 So many things to do as I work and play, listen.

 Sometimes I'm a very tired and complicated soul,

 I'll keep on pushing till the day grows old.

 Sometimes I battle the Invisible fight, my 

 Something to prove as my time gets closer to 
 The light.

 Sometimes I search for an Imagined hope of love,

 Can not find that which does not wish to be found.

 Sometimes I think that I am not seen by many eyes,

 Perhaps at times my mind Is closed and It Is I who 
 Is blind.

 Sometimes I wonder If the world does not need me,

 As I discover a wanting for more that It holds.

          SOMETIMES   Keith Garrett

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