HILLS' OF FIRE
Keith Garrett
Look to the sky, watch as the smoke rises high above,
Beauty disappears as the heat consumes what was green.
Ignorance or wind destroys god's masterpiece created,
A fool is the man who can't see the gift put in front of him.
See the hills of fire, watch as the animals run, see their fear,
See all that can be seen through eyes of pain, of sorrow.
Hills of fire burn no more, fire of death be rained down upon,
Let life reappear, let the colors so bright be a sight.
Hills of fire and death, open your eyes, do you see,
Hills of pain, hills of sorrow, open your eyes, do you see.
Hills of beauty and laughter, open your eyes, do you see,
Hills of breath, hills of darkness, open your eyes, do you see.
Hills of danger and mistrust, open your eyes, do you see,
The glow in the sky, a scar for all to see.
Hills of eternity and life, open your eyes, do you see,
Hills of slumber, hills of strength, open your eyes, do you.
Take these hills of fire away, never again, there's a price you pay.
TALE OF AN OUTLAW
Sit back and listen as I tell you this tale of an outlaw,
As a child, his future was uncertain as both mother and
Father were killed.
Hungry with no one to turn too he begged for food,
Slept wherever might be shelter, survived as a thief.
As he grew he then met those who lived as he lived,
Without skills of his own, he set out on a stolen horse.
He now was a thief and an outlaw, listen further,
With a gun, he did not own he now robbed from those
Who did not steal.
Finally, he faced one who did not wish to give,
Murder was now his ultimate crime.
Hunted down by a sheriff and a posse, he was then caught,
Because he could not travel a road of good,
He now layed in the dirty street, dead.
Keith Garrett