ORPHANAGE

Lost inside within a place full of lives,

How many care that they are there?

Not a pretty sight by day or by night,

A smile fades as not a family rescues you this day.

The halls hold eyes that have wishes deep inside,

Bring us home, we need a father and mother of our own.

An orphanage is not a home, nor a place we should roam,

Take us from here, we pray that you may love us and hear.

Keith Garrett

I HAVE WALKED A LONG ROAD

Jesus on one side and the devil on the other, they follow always,

I have walked a long road with a little sin, some kindness, and regret.

They are not seen with eyes of sight but you can feel them both testing,

I have walked the center of this road for much of my time, I see both sides.

The devil smiled whenever I did wrong, on the other side I saw Jesus cry,

When no remorse was seen in my heart, the devil laughed, Jesus never left.

My eyes could see the darkness as the devil walked on my left side wanting,

Turning to my right Jesus and his light never has given up on me, I still walk.

No longer do I walk the center of that long road as closer to the right I feel,

I reach for his hand but still fingertips away, the devil stands strong but I am stronger.

For all that I have done wrong, I do live with but I ask forgiveness to those and to him,

As they both walk the road I walk where the light shines upon my soul.

Keith Garrett

BLUE JEANS

Antique in time, from the seventies, a pair so fine,

I remember I put them away, blue Jeans for another day.

A touch faded were they, comfortable in a certain way,

Worn were they to a party, perhaps a barbecue or two,

A Saturday night drive-in, what jeans were worn by you?

Blue jeans I took from a shelf, dusty, aged from time,

They fit me once before, now I can wear them in my mind.

Keith Garrett

I CAN CRY

Working hard is what I do, bruises and cuts are many too,

I know I’m strong but the pain is inside, so I can cry.

There lives in me the will to survive, I’ve walked fifty miles.

When my journey was done with god at my side, I can cry,

I can throw a football, hike up through the hills and fall,

I can run through a fire, defend my girl, I can cry.

I can cry when the world is at war,

I can be strong and I can cry some more.

When you lose a loved one or this world takes from you,

It is that I will cry, I am a man and any man can cry too.

To know that I can take care of everything I need in life,

When it’s time then I know it’s alright and that I can cry.

Keith Garrett

WHEN THE CLOCK STOPS

It measures our time, an hourglass in our mind,

All are not equal, not the same amount of sand.

A timepiece which shows our days, hour by hour,

With the sun we plan our existence minute by minute.

Everything is measured from the creation of time,

When the clock stops we drift into a consciousness of another kind.

Keith Garrett

I BEEN WORKING REAL HARD

There are things I want back, that which has been taken from me,

Some can never be found again as the others are always within my grasp.

I been working real hard trying to rid the anger that does live Inside my soul,

Gone are things In a life that were beautiful and are a memory never let go.

The youth that once was known Is now living in the next generation of man,

I do keep hold of the energy that does not yet die, youth still lives Inside.

I have been broken In many ways, physically and emotionally but I fight the fight,

I been working real hard to get back the once powerful walk, the strength to lift.

Every day the will to stand up and take control, do what must be done to overcome,

I been working real hard to be a better me, ways that must be changed, always working.

Keith Garrett

TIME IN HEAVEN

Would there be a clock, sunrise to sunset,

Light by day, darkness through the night.

A calender, seven days in a week, do you think,

Four seasons are no more, how is time observed?

Does a day ever end, time in heaven, a mystery to be,

Birthday’s are of yesterday, age you will never again,

Time in heaven, one day we all will understand.

Keith Garrett

7 MINUTES

We all have 7 minutes before something we must do,

The same time before work is done and time to go home.

7 minutes waiting or 7 minutes up, what be the circumstances,

7 minutes in the shower, 7 minutes on the phone,

7 minutes before dinner, another 7 minutes all alone.

Time is of the essence, time never stands very still,

7 minutes late just may save your life, right on time, goodbye.

In only 7 minutes, from good to bad, your world has changed,

Snooze for an extra 7 minutes, it may do you a world of good,

7 minutes a long time to suffer, 7 minutes to love and dream.

Keith Garrett

I AM THE WIND

Many things there are that possess strength and power,

I am the wind, I can travel further than most natural things.

Things of the earth, I am everywhere and always somewhere,

I can not be seen therefore you can not look at me, I am the wind.

I can find ways to break through and move around, I create sound,

Everyone knows of me, all things are touched by what I am.

There is much proof of my existence as I can be gentle and quiet,

I can also destroy, be of much destruction and terror to a world.

I am the wind!, I find you, I too can not see you but I have the advantage,

I am of much more power as I do not ever get tired, I am the wind.

A name I have been given to show of my difference, You know me, I am the wind.

Keith Garrett

I AM HIS SON

He’s been away for most of my life, I am now older than he,

I was only but a child before he went away, now for me more birthdays.

He lived with a name just as I walk this life with a name given to me,

Time does not stand still, a cycle of life as one day I will travel his way.

I am his son, he lives on in me, In my sons so shall I until all Is done,

I am his son, he played games with me, I was born with the rising sun.

When they ask about him or simply say your father I once knew,

I respond In such a manner, I am his son.

Keith Garrett