Sent down from heaven, an angel in disguise,

When once he was alive, a man with a name.

A mission from god, an assignment of much worth,

Too help the common man, a chance for mankind.

In some ways a lonely path, this spirit on a mission,

A faith so real as he attempts too guide the mortal being.

This angel that once walked an earthly path walks again,

Roam a land where possibly once taken for granted.

A mission from god to help man better understand,

Don’t take for granted while you still have a chance.

Keith Garrett

Listen to my heartbeat, thump, thump, it beats,

Blood runs through it, listen to me as I breathe.

A heartbeat means life, it beats fast or slow,

Thump, thump, it goes, a heartbeat that slowly grows old.

It speaks of who I am, only one of a kind,

Listen! thump, thump, with a hand to my chest feel as I am alive.

A heartbeat lets us know that this moment is still ours,

Hear it pound! listen too its beautiful sound.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, one beat at a time,

A heartbeat so precious, thump as it beats one more time.

Keith Garrett

Around me there are many things, they are something,

Together all become everything, not as one as they are different.

If it becomes that all these things around can not be found,

I am here alone, for the moment it stands that I am everything.

If I disappear will I become nothing and everything is around me,

Everything has so much to it as it is much more than we may even know.

For some everything is before them in their own backyard,

Within their home, everything is not only what they own,

Everything is a love, maybe only that which is important right in front,

Everything just might be all that we see.

Keith Garrett

Above from the wide open sky the sun shines ever so bright,

Will it warm our world always or one day say a farewell.?

What if the wind that we feel but can’not see goes away,

Will it again below across the hills and make the trees sway.

The glowing moon sits like a lighthouse in the sky,

Watching, always watching but for how long will it rise?

The rain falls from the sky, from the clouds that drift on by,

Will the drops take from the earth the thirst so as not to die.

See the animals run through the woods and across the plains,

Today they live somewhat free, tomorrow will they be?

We live, we love, dance to the music, sing from our hearts,

Search for the happiness that makes it all worth living.

There are things that may be never, things never lost,

Nothing lasts forever fore forever we are not.

Keith Garrett

Don’t give out my phone number, you did it anyway

If the phone rings then I’m not at home, you hand me the phone.

A knock at the door, tell them I’m gone for the day,

You don’t listen, you just point your finger my way.

Clean up your room, put your dishes away,

You say okay but what did I say?

Lock the door, turn out the lights,

Put your clothes in the hamper,

It’s the same, day and night.

Pick this up, put that away,

Get a job, listen for it, what did I say?

What did I say, I ask everyday,

You hear but don’t listen,

What’s wrong with you today, whar did I say?

Do you understand what I am asking,

You don’t care anyway, for god sake answer me, what did I say.

Keith Garrett

For granted things are lessons learned,

Our health, a job, a loving wife or friend.

A man does walk with no shoes on his feet, he sobs,

Complain no more as another sits in a chair, he has no feet.

A man whom hates that put before his eyes is angry,

Passes by does a woman whom no longer can see.

Disgusted by what is heard as a world of noise,

For another poor soul whom just once more could hear the beauty of music.

As one whom feels no gift in his life, there’s a dying soul whom clings to breath,

For a chance too be with a love in their life.

For a man whom to another does not wish to speak,

Taken for granted by he as another has no speech,

For granted we take, all are blessed with a gift that must be forever cherished.

Keith Garrett

Talent and experience shows in their sound,

In the hall of fame is where they are found.

Multiple instruments most of them play,

This comes out of the music into our day.

Such a gift given to ones life,

Too share with the world tunes that they write.

Close your eyes and too the music just listen,

Know now in your mind this thing that’s been missing.

As Steuart gets them going with his electric guitar,

The rest do their own thing, that’s just who they are.

Whether it be rock, or country, maybe a love song or two,

Music of the Eagles is what’s listened too.

Steuart Smith, Glen Frey, Don Henley, Joe Walsh, Timothy B. Schmit.

Keith Garrett

As they step onto the stage, these professional four,

Play as they do, like never I have seen before.

The lights shine with colors, around as they play,

Their music so brilliant, out come the words.

Emotion and energy from the instruments they play,

Songs from these men touch the heart to this day.

Don Henley by name, sings from his soul,

Back from the seventies, he never gets old.

Glen Frey started it along time ago,

This band is his, they go where he goes.

Joe Walsh had his band before he became an Eagle,

With his guitar and voice he adds to this legend.

Timothy B. Schmit, the voice of quiet sound,

Along with a guitar makes this foursome completely round.

Keith Garrett

SOUNDS OF THE EAGLES

Through the years they soar like birds,

With their voices are sounds of musical words.

They cry out to those whom would hear as they play,

The thoughts in their minds, with a guitar they will say.

Smiles of emotion on their faces each one,

All come together, apart they are none.

They all tell a story of their lives as they sing,

Memories of the past, to the presence they now bring.

Don, Glen, Joe, and Timothy,

One, two, three, four, sounds of the Eagles,

Are what they were born to be.

Keith Garrett

Your voice was heard from yesterday,

Echoeing my friend, memories of a time and play.

Where did you go, lost from my life,

After thirty years, i heard you one night.

We walked the streets side by side, you and i,

Boys of mischief with dreams in our eyes.

From me to you, a best friend listened to again,

Once upon a Summer, barefoot in the wind.

From yesterday i could hear the voice of a friend,

Many miles into life, i hear once again.

We can’t get back those days gone by,

The gift of a chance for a friend and i.

Remember two boys from a long time ago,

They walked the streets, today they still dream.

Keith Garrett