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 whom 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