I'M HEADING DOWN THE ROAD!
I get dressed In the morning and pack my bags,
Open the window to look outside, the rain Is no more.
Through the clouds' appear a ray of light, just a
Little,
Wind blowing strong enough to close an open door.
A cup of coffee to get me going, breakfast really fast,
With my things' In my hands, I head for the car,
Moving along.
Saying goodbye, leaving this place, I'm going away
Today.
Nothing left In this town for a poor lonely man, I'm
Walking away,
I'm heading down the road to a place I don't know,
Into the sun.
Along the way, to me many things' of sight, driving
Night by night,
What's been left behind lives now only In a poor
Mans' mind.
I'll be doing fine, I'll be doing fine, I'm heading
Down the road, I'm heading down the line,
I'm heading down the road, I'll be searching for you,
Moving along.
I'm heading down the road, I'm coming for you,
I'm coming.
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
SOMETIMES I THINK I KNOW
"SOMETIMES I THINK I KNOW"
Sometimes I think I know what love Is but does love know
Who I am,
Will love find me when I'm lost or when I'm hiding
From the world.
Sometimes I think I know why life can be so unfair,
Things' I treasure seem lost and nothing Is anywhere.
Sometimes I think I know why laughter has no thought,
Do I see the joy and happiness that come from the heart.
Sometimes I think I know why all that lives Is born
To die.
If I'm sure of anything then It's my hunger to survive.
Sometimes I think I know and at times I have no clue,
Will tomorrow even know me, where there be a place
to think.
Keith Garrett
LOST IN THE WILD
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
I OFFER NO SURRENDER
" I OFFER NO SURRENDER"
You sit there princess, on the shore watching,
Passing by under a full moon, am I to far to touch.
The sea Is calm, quietly my boat sails' on by,
Distant are you, away from me you stay, I wait.
Circle your world as my search does not end,
I offer no surrender, I fight through the dark
Of nights.
Here you sit, an Image of Inner beauty so fine,
My eyes can only see what a heart lets' It see,
Beauty.
Keith Garrett
HERE IS MY HOUSE
HERE IS MY HOUSE
Here is my house, built for this world today,
There is a gate so that you can't get through,
If not invited, there will be guns waiting for you.
Two dogs growling, mean as could ever be,
An alarm system that calls on those who will hurt
You indeed.
Doors of steel that should let not a criminal soul
Get in,
Supplies for survival if this land must come to this.
Here is my house, not one of dreams but of safety,
Not the way our country should be,
here is my house the way I see.
Keith Garrett
A VIEW WORTH SEEING
A VIEW WORTH SEEING
Fortunate if you are to see through the darkness,
For granted do not take the gift of light, always night.
Scenes and visions from the mind are wonderful at times,
To open your eyes and nothing rests in your sight a fright.
A view worth seeing comes to the grateful eyes day or night,
The morning light with the birds beautiful in your sight.
Wherever you go a picture of color awaits, always changing,
Each day a different view, open your eyes to a view worth
Seeing.
Keith Garrett
BOOK OF FAITH
"BOOK OF FAITH"
I'd like to read to you a story, sit back and listen,
Dear friend,
This Is about a man who has lost and found things
Of happiness,
He Is not a wise man, although at times he knows of
Wisdom.
He Is not an angry man but anger lives within his
Spirit,
This man walks a road of at times fear and confidence
Lost.
Happiness Is that which he so much wants to hold onto
But there
Are those moments when to be happy can be a struggle,
A search,
He Is a man of Inner strength, he possesses no surrender,
Will not give up,
There are those times when weakness attacks and the
Battle rages.
He holds In him close to his heart, faith that all will
Be as it should,
That things will turn out, God willing the way he
Intended,
This man has much love In him as he did and still loves
But will Again love.
To live on his own, too live his life and again share
His time with Another.
This Is my story, this Is my book of faith told only
To you dear Friend,
Keep It with you always, may the Lord bless and watch
Over you
As your road Is traveled each and every day Into the
Rest of your life.
Love always, Keith Garrett
TRAIN RIDE
TRAIN RIDE
Awaiting Its' arrival, as here It comes to take
Me away,
Sounds like thunder rumbling down the track, whistling.
Puffing black smoke up Into the air, Its' headlight
Shining,
This monster of steel Is here, time for me to
Climb aboard.
Listen to the hissing from this steam engine, hear It,
We take off heading through the hills' with much to see.
From out of the window stare do I as we pass through,
Darkness from within a mountain carved out a passage.
Tons of rock and dirt hanging above us as we travel,
Moving through this tunnel Into the light,
Sun going down.
I listen to the sound of the power of this
Traveling train,
Out of the window, Is a clear sky as the light from the
Full moon,
Shines down, guiding our way across the land.
Keith Garrett
FRAGILE IS LIFE
FRAGILE IS LIFE
To be Is simple, a baby are we,
This miracle of life has no guarantee.
For just a moment we are here,
With the wind, we are gone,
We leave behind loved ones' as they must carry on.
So Is the cycle of life as we live,
Our time Is not certain, of course, It will end,
One day we will be just dust In the wind.
Our world has been here for so long you see,
But a journey for us Is just a flash It would seem.
Ever so fragile Is life I have seen,
A lesson just learned, not forever to be.
Keith Garrett
DREAM WORLD
DREAM WORLD
In the light, I saw them, a sky of Orange floating,
An army of ape-men dressed in full armor above,
On a hill, they stood, spread out far and wide.
Suddenly, music echoed from the sky, an Eerie sound,
I recognized the tune from an English band listened too.
My sleeping eyes saw them with many faces of fear,
Guns in hand turned before these eyes into
Electric guitars.
Watching Ape-like men come together as a band in a
Dream world land.
Keith Garrett
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