THERE'S A PLACE



  Follow the road underneath a falling snow,



  Beyond the trees, the hills, there's a place I know.



  Peaceful to the ear, musical sounds of Winter,



  Trickles of water dripping down, Ice covered lake.



  The sky is full of snowflakes, soon touching the ground,



  Nature all around, it makes its own sound.



  Trees covered in white, there are no stars this night,



  The only thing of light is a fire made among the frigid 
  Night.


  There's a place to hold in my thoughts, my place,



  It's far from here, so if you follow the road under a  
  Falling Snow.


  Then maybe you can call it your own.

                         Keith Garrett

                          THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD


  Through a twister, she journeys' across the sky,


  From her home In Kansas, she and her dog said 
  Goodbye.

  To fantasy from reality, In a place she fell,


  Of tiny people, In this land where they dwelled.


  If home Is where she wanted then a walk she 
  Would take,

  Down a long road of yellow brick, to a city, she 
  Would make.

  Along the way, three friends' she would meet,


  Searching for something, each one was unique.


  Till the end, they would fight a wicked soul,


  Conquer and receive what It was they were told.


  Click your heels' together, one, two, three,


  There's no place like home, back there she would be.


                                       Keith Garrett 

                           STRENGTH AND POWER


  With so much force and power am I,


  Formed In the beginning, only time knows just why.


  I travel and move up and down,


  Over and under, my crash forms a sound.


  All that lives here answers to me,


  These creatures are many, on land they're not to be.


  I move along across the sand,


  Sometimes I'm sitting calm, other times, high I'll 
  Stand.

  Everywhere Is seen by me, 


  I've visited far off places just like thee.


  Throughout time many have sailed across my path,


  At times kind I am to them but so many have felt my 
  Wrath.

  I am strength and power, I am the ocean.


                                    Keith Garrett 

                               STRENGTH


 The lion Is strong and fearless as he roams' the jungle,



  It Is known that he Is there, his crown Invisible but seen.



  There Is strength In a man who stands' up for what he 
  believes,


  He Is strong and powerful with words' of knowledge or 
  Silence.


  Doing what Is hardest, doing what scares one but must be 
  Done,


  Facing ones' self In the mirror and admitting he has faults'.



  Strength Is letting your emotions' show but kept In control,



   Knowing Inside there's a man although vulnerable.



  I am a man, I have strength.



                         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  

                                 HIS MUSIC WILL LIVE


  This is for Glen Campbell, bring him peace,


  For his family, a prayer to ease their pain.


  He's had quite a life, a child once with dreams like 
  You,

  Energy from a boy running and playing in the Summer 
  Sun.

  Grew up with a guitar and a country voice, a sound so 
  Recognized,

  For me it was Rhinestone cowboy, i was young and it 
  Made me dream.

  I imagined that I could be him, like him, his beautiful 
  Songs of life,

  A wife and kids who will remember and miss him dearly, 
  He will not miss.

  Taken from him by an unfeeling monster, slowly his 
  Thoughts, The music,

  What's inside may disappear but his music will live, 
  Forever listened too.

  He will forget but the world, his family, and friends
  Will remember for him,

  He will go away, just as a piece of him will always stay in 
  the hearts of loving fans.

   Glen Campbell, man, Husband, father, the name, singer, 
  Song writer, forever remembered,
                           Keith Garrett

                           EVERYTHING IS ON ITS WAY

                                    TO SOMEWHERE

  We're all connected from the beginning of time,


  No matter where we are or where we are headed.


  From the first sign of DNA, we have a link to each  
  Other,

  It has been discovered that in some way we are all 
  Related.

  Everything is on its way to somewhere while the earth
  Keeps spinning,

  Think about it, a bite of an apple eaten and swallowed, 
  An ongoing voyage.

  From a tree planted from seed, it then grows with time 
  As the apple forms,

  The flowing river makes its way to the ocean while the                                                  
  Ocean carry's it away.

  Everything is in constant movement, or aging, as it makes           
  Its journey to other places,

  The wind, the falling leaves continue on, even though 
  Things Disappear, They are never gone.
  Everything is on its way to somewhere, living or not, to 
  Somewhere, Constant energy.           Keith Garrett

                     DO MY WORDS TELL YOU A STORY?


  Writing my thoughts changes the way in which I speak,


  Thinking about what I write, explaining the way I feel.


  Emotions have many parts, created from a lifetime,


  A story I started writing from a time when just a small 
  Boy.

  I say all kinds of things fore there's much to say,


  Words have become the power that moves me through 
  The day.

  If you listen closely there are messages from my lips,


  Telling you about myself, letting you know who I am.


  Do my words tell you a story, or do you not read what 
  Is said?
                                     Keith Garrett

                                   DEMONS OF MUSIC,

                                                KISS


  Back in the past from where they came,

  Four different faces performed on the stage.

  Their appearances all covered, hidden from view,

  Who were they really, nobody knew.

  Like demons they dressed, but music they played,

  All of them different, what did they have to say.

  In their songs were expressed, feelings,

  Looking at them didn't seem so,

  Hearts they all had, this, soon all would know.

  On the drums he will bang, with a face like a cat,

  His name is peter, inside he's more than that.

   Ace wears a disguise just like the rest,

  Playing his guitar is what he does best. 

  Paul is another, lead guitar he does play,

  A star on his face, has something to say.

  Like a serpent showing his tongue,

  Like a dragon spitting fire,

  A mask he does wear and his shoes make him higher.    

                               Keith Garrett

                     FORGIVE THE WORLD, LORD


  You created heaven and earth, the universe, you are 
  Magnificent,

  Are you wondering what could possibly have happened 
  To this place?

  I always had thoughts myself that you knew what was 
  Coming long ago,

  Did you have tears of joy when so long ago you finished 
  Your six day projects.

  Such a wonderful gift, but from the beginning until this 
  Day, Struggles along the way,

  You created man, a most complex mechanism, you knew  
   That Nothing would be easy.

  You turned the first man loose, knowing that he would  
   Most Likely stumble and fall,

  Such an experiment to give free will and sit back to see 
  What mankind would do.

  Forgive the world lord for the many mistakes made, for 
  Thinking that destroyed beauty,

  For hatred and much non caring of this world, taking for 
  Granted what is really temporary.

  Forgive the world lord, for not saying to you thank you 
  Many More times than we should have.
                            Keith Garrett