NOTHING


 At one time or another everything was nothing,


 One day in time nothing would and will turn to 
 Everything.

 Nothing is a word used in many ways, decay into 
 Nothing,

 " You are nothing" can be a lifetime emotional scar 
 That haunts.

 What are you doing? a friend or child may respond 
 With nothing!

 I did nothing today, you must have done something, 
 Nothing can not be done.

 Nothing can be so lonely, as it can not be seen, it 
 Does not have any dreams,

 " I have nothing to live for" listen close, as we all 
 Have the greatest things to live for.


 I was nothing until I met you, I was more than I thought 
 Before it was me and you,

 Nothing is only a word, it is a sound that many a soul 
 Have heard with a word.
                                Keith Garrett

                    LOST IN THE WILD

 To step outside the world I've known,
 Leave It all behind and those who know me.



 Off on a great journey to see It all,
 Into the wilderness as If nothing else matters' 
 Anymore.


 To try things never tried before,
 Experience life through a new open door.



 Perhaps a fear of what lies ahead,
 I trek across the land, survive If I can.



 See many new things from my eyes,
 Into the night I hear nature cry.



 Not expecting never to go home again,
 Lost In the wild Is where my life ends.


                Keith Garrett 

                   VOICES


 Around us, we hear those who speak,
 Words and phrases to others' who will hear.


 So many different tones from mouths each day,
 Softly spoken or In a deep mean way.


 Talking a lot Is a way for some,
 Fast and unclear Is another way too.


 We hear many voices as we spend our day,
 Talking about their lives and crying about their pain.


 Voices are heard singing songs,
 Which makes us happy and brings our emotions outside.


 On the phone, there are voices, to us spoken words,
 We can't even see them but still they are heard.


 Without voices, we will not be heard,
 If we are not heard, then there Is silence.


                  Keith Garrett  

                     UNSEEN


 I'm all around, sometimes I'll go away,




 In the morning a visit, maybe at the end of your day.




 I've been known to whisper or at times a scream,




 I push through the trees, perhaps awake you from 
 A dream.



 I may go very fast or swirl around,




 Everywhere Is where I am bound.




 Since the beginning of time, from then I was born,




 Always will I be here with an unseen form.


                     Keith Garrett

                THEY ONLY KNOW MY NAME


 My face is seen through eyes that do not see,


 Opinions or judgment, anger or jealousy.


 They form their own truth, they make themselves 
 Believe,

 That I am something less than what I know to be.


 A first impression, a bad impression,


 Who are they who think they sit on a throne.


 If they look to the mirror, no perfection to see,


 They only know my name, they do not know of me.


 A story they tell amongst themselves,


 They do not stand and face me.


 It is only heard by my ear from breath to breath,


 They only know my name, they are known to me.


                     Keith Garrett  

                    THE WAY IT IS


 The leaves, they fall from the standing trees,


 Birds in the sky fly, short are their lives.


 A boy and girl holding hands in the dark,


 An Image in time  as they become man and woman.


 Seasons of four change through the year,


 Love has a season, sometimes a lifetime.


 The night's are always dark, a still quiet,


 Just as the day is light, the world is alive.


 Summer's with friends often come to there end,


 Time marches on, that's the way it is.


 Fly away little bird, animals run till they're done,


 A son, a daughter go away with the setting sun.


 The way it is, just the way it is,


 We're born to die, someday to touch the sky.


                     Keith Garrett   

                    THE WARRIOR


 Dressed for battle, he stands ready to fight, 
 The warrior,

 Fear lives within him for this emotion brings wisdom.


 Strong, as he fights for that which he believes,


 A lonely way of life but a man makes a choice, a stand.


 A family, not in this souls plans, born to walk alone,


 This chosen way that may haunt is just a house of cards.


 It's not said that a bad man is he, quietly the sun 
 Rises for him,

 This path chosen, a quiet one if those to let it be 
 Not a fight.

 Always ready for battle, though silently lives in the 
 Shadows,

 This wanting to be left in peace man is a warrior on 
 His own.

                        Keith Garrett

                  THE FLOWING RIVER


 I sit and watch the flowing river, the river
 Runs away from me,



 I'm here alone beneath the singing trees, the river 
 Flows into the sea.



 Looking down upon the valley, the river flows between 
 The rocks and me,



 I watch the trees, the valley is seen, the flowing river 
 Is a forever dream.



 The sun is setting upon all that is seen, I am life 
 And the river is me,



 I am not pretend as I have been forever, the flowing river 
 Flows through me.
                                Keith Garrett

                   THE 
               DUSTY TRAIL


 Traveling through an untamed land, I travel,


 All that I own, packed upon my horse and wagon.


 There's a lot of quiet time, thinking and looking,


 As the day ends I set camp, a fire, supper, and 
 My horse.

 Noises of the night are owls, crickets, or the wind,


 Lucky am I to hold this guitar in hand.


 Feed my horse and off to bed for a little rest,


 A gun close by as I sleep with an open eye.


 Just call me bob as when the sun rises I'll be gone,


 A hot cup of coffee, a bite to eat, and off I go.


 The dusty trail takes me to many places of sight,


 I travel by day then it's time to stop for a much
 Wanted, Peaceful night.

               Keith Garrett

                 THESE BOYS' OF SUMMER


 They come to play, these men of the field,


 All dressed the same for this game they don't fear.


 Nine men with a number and a name on their back,


 The goal Is to defend and conquer this enemy who 
 Will attack.

 A crowd will gather In support of these warriors' 
 Well trained,

 They'll cheer till the end, this battle of power that 
 Has it's own name.

 One by one each stands' at the plate,


 As one lone attacker throws' his weapon their way.


 With a bat In his hands,' he defends' his ground,


 A crack that echoes can be heard If he strikes back


 At him what was thrown from the mound.


 They dive and they jump to stop what's sent their way,


 To hold back the attack of nine men here today.


 These boys' of Summer who fight to become,


 Champions' of the game, to be remembered for what 
 They have done.

                      Keith Garrett