They could not escape their fiery place,

They perished in a home for orphans long ago.

Three boys and a dog left so alone,

They had forever to roam this empty home.

Not wanting to go away, they hid in this place of decay,

Time did not pass away, these three boys could not go away.

No more of the human race, ghosts trapped with the forgotten days,

They were young when their lives were taken by the deadly fire.

It was time for these three boys to go away, help would send them to a place,

Three boys lost but found, sadness no longer, heaven bound.

Keith Garrett

Every sunrise, a new day to see,

At mornings light, something too believe.

Is believing having faith or just thinking a lie is true,

We all believe in something, it’s what we do.

What I believe is this in life,

No one is perfect, all have things to work on.

I believe that anyone is capable of most anything,

Trust no one unless you think they’re worth trusting.

To believe that people won’t do bad against you

Is a fairy tale disguised as a true story.

Believe this, trust yourself to do the right things,

Keep your eyes open to what evil brings.

What I believe is nothing is for free, there are no free rides,

What I believe matters only to me inside.

Keith Garrett

Appears in the night sky, after days light has gone,

Whistles with a bright light, crackling way up high.

Shooting across the sky, into the late night, colors fly,

Smoke fills the air, a smell of it as it drifts away.

Streaming light, sparkling rockets so bright,

Disappear with time, tonight freedom shines.

There is a fire in the sky, eyes fixed until daylight,

The morning light shines, a celebration of life.

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 whom 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

The sun comes up and the sun goes down,

They’re everywhere and always, make not a sound.

Shadows from clouds cast upon the ground,

As the sun goes down, shadows all around.

Shadows upon the mountains in the early morning light,

In the early evening, shadows that hide as darkness is in sight.

Always a shadow, shapes and sizes stretched out across the land,

Shadows of figures, like ghosts, phantoms here and there.

Always a shadow, we carry this with every step we take,

Always a shadow even with the light still upon our face.

Keith Garrett

Fluffy and white in the blue sky up so high, oh! so high,

Close your eyes and with your open mind dream too see.

The clouds move but there’s a face that watches down upon you,

Let your imagination take you up in the air where possibilities live.

There’s a face in the clouds, only for a short time does it exist,

May be the face of whatever you wish.

Keith Garrett

Like the wind I move with force through a chosen path,

At times so quiet, loud without warning.

As a tornado screams with havoc into the dark night,

I am fierce but I am also the quiet calm.

Thunder is booming, the hammer that strikes hard,

I am at times quite loud, sometimes not seen.

Lightning strikes fast and bright in many directions,

I may at times appear scary, I will not cause harm.

Like the falling snow, a blizzard passing through,

There lies in me the avalanche, the soft snowball tossed to you.

The raging river is swift, powerful as it makes its way,

I am strong, fast and head strong.

Watch the ocean as it moves to everywhere,

I keep moving in many directions, I am one.

A hurricane has an eye just as I have an eye,

Yelling out with anger, it sweeps across the land.

Like the hurricane I can be a monster or I might leave all alone,

The raging storm has beauty just as a man has his storm.

Keith Garrett

What happens when the wind blows,

Trees sway in morning light, in the dark of night.

Blowing throught the branches, a tune in the sky,

Leaves floating to the ground do make a quiet sound.

When the wind blows where then does it go,

Across the wide open fields, through some beautiful hair.

When the wind blows who knows, beyond the mountains,

What destination, does it even know, the wind always blows,

When the wind blows it has forever some place to go.

Keith Garrett

Before our first breath of life, our first day recognized,

A book, blank on the inside, pages not yet written.

The cover plain without scene or color, our story begins,

This is our book until the last page written, everyone has a story.

We begin with that which we first see, pictures created,

We have the choice too write this ourselves or be written about.

Live our lives through our own eyes, walk and dream, page by page,

We will learn and experience many things as we travel our chosen path.

There will be times when a road taken is not the one we might desire,

We will come across every emotion created and attempt too deal with it.

Everyone has a story to write, write it yourself until the last page,

When it’s time to put that pen down, rest your weary head.

Keith Garrett

I’ll send your children far away,

They won’t come back so i’ll have my pay.

This war we have is not for real,

It makes no difference to me fore I don’t feel.

This thing won’t end, not for awhile,

Look at my face, see my smile.

Your sons will die but that’s okay,

We’ll just send more in harms way.

It’s death for money, why should I care,

I have no son to send over there.

I’m a coward, i’m not brave,

The last good president is in his grave.

My war on terror is so insane,

That’s only because I don’t have a brain.

So say goodbye to your loved ones,

We’ll ship them off, we’ll give them guns.

There’s not much more that I can say,

Just try and have a happy day.

Keith Garrett