A  
                 LONER OF A MAN


 He saw the sun but when the sun went down,


 He wanted nothing more of that which was around.


 Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains said he,


 I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.


 A long time ago, this man, not many would know,


 As for the few, he treated them with kindness, 
 They would not forget.

 A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, an 
 Inherited family,

 Because he did help another kind, they took from him 
 The love in his life.

 He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again
 Only pain and despair,

 A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life met 
 Eternity.
                      Keith Garrett

                I WAS THE LUCKY ONE!


 On stage they are stars', from a fan maybe a kiss,


 To some calling them lucky, wishing It was them.


 At times' I've wanted to be someone else, not me,


 They were the lucky ones,' they had all that I only 
 Dreamed.

  I watch them holding hands,' to each other a smile,


 They are the ones,' the lucky ones,' who am I?


 When a kiss from you I received with a smile,


 Was It you they called the lucky one, was It you?.


 For every gift I've received, for all that I've given 
 Away,

 Gods' gift of you, I know I was the lucky one.


                  Keith Garrett 

                  SOUNDS' IN THE WIND


 The wind has no sound unless obstacles to blow 
 Around or between,

 Through nothing can It pass, an opening must make 
 Way for it.

 Travels' and swirls' across the sky with force and 
 Power,

 Since the existence of time It remains' alive but 
 Unseen.

 The crackling of branches and twigs from the trees,


 Rustling of the leaves moving through the shrubs, 
 Wind has sound.

 Through chimneys' you can hear the wind whistle,


 Fences creak, chimes let you know the wind Is here.


 Windows' vibrate and trashcans' hit the ground like 
 Drumbeats,

 From our ears we hear sounds' In the wind.


                 Keith Garrett

              SEE WHAT THESE EYES SEE


 Sunday morning I open my eyes, put on my clothes 
 And go outside,

 Seven miles walking, fast, seven miles walking, people
 Watching.

 The world knows me, they wave as they drive on by, 
 Riding their bikes,

 They ride on by waving or nodding as to them I am the 
 Walking man.

 Westward walking then back to the East, my feet are 
 Moving always,

 Seven miles walking, older but faster, I journey with 
 Her in my head.

 I watch as the clouds move and change, the wind chases 
 The hills,

 Leaves are raining from the trees, Fall Is In our day, 
 Winter's on its way.

 People walk together holding hands, smiling and talking 
 About nothing,

 They step aside so that I may race on by, I receive a 
 Hello and a look.

 See what these eyes see as I journey across what I've 
 Never seen,

 I am known, I am friends' with the streets, they know 
 When I am there.

       Keith Garrett

                               MYSTERY OF HER SONG

                Keith Garrett

                        A 
                  PAINFUL MEMORY
    
 Our minds remember, a picture or scenes from the past,


 A reel to reel movie that for a lifetime lasts,  
 Beautiful And sad.

 Scars are formed from many types of pain, a reminder 
 Of your days,

 We take a look backwards of the steps we take, where 
 We played.

 A painful memory is more than one, It may reshape us 
 Into something strong,

 If we can't learn from  a lesson taught, it may be we 
 Wander in circles of not.
 
 A painful memory has found us all, we stand to experience 
 And remember the fall,

 It is a hurtful thing that follows us through, a painful 
 Memory As we live each day new.
                                Keith Garrett

            A PLACE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE


 There Is a place, It takes a lot to get there, 
 A search everyone must make,

 There's a place, It might be so  far from where you 
 Stand Or closer than thought.

 A place where dreams are made rests deep Inside the  
 Heart, Desire to succeed,

 They are made with hard work and sacrifice, up late 
 Into the night, Weary eyes,

 Running every morning before the sunrise catches up 
 With you, Make that dream come true.

 Climbing the mountain until the pain disappears Into a 
 Numbing nightmare of fight,


 Rowing across the channel against the ferocious water,  
 It's up to you to make it back to shore,


 You can do It!, this Is a place where dreams are made, 
 Battle through what tries your mind.


 Through the jungle you make you way, nothing stops a man  
 Who Dreams of a better place,

 Don't give up, say this to yourself as you struggle for  
 That fifty, Fifty chance to make It a dream.


 You are the men, the women who run when the bell rings,  
 Sirens take you beyond the danger,


 Remember, It was all of you who passed the test so that  
 A life may be saved, You had a dream.


 Do you carry a gun? a badge worn every day from sun till  
 Sun, This was your dream my friend,


 To win each day Is to go home and walk through that door  
 With a kiss for a family, you survived,


 A place where dreams are made, Inside the human soul, the  
 spirit Of those who never choose to lose.


                Keith Garrett                                                          

                                                                                                     
                   A HEARTBEAT



 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 to 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

                 I'M JUST A POOR BOY


  No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day
  An hourly wage,


 I lie there In bed worrying about tomorrow, a bed 
 Of my own.


 No credit cards' or a bank account, my only money In 
 An aging wallet,


 A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will 
 Gladly serve.


 Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where 
 I survive,


 Blesses of many In a world of sorrow and strife.



 I'm just a poor boy with a smile and a tear, a wish 
 And a fear,


 What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure discovered 
 Every day.


 I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a 
 Place of fantasy,


  A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't buy.



 I'm just a poor boy with so much to give, I give to you,



 I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.


               Keith Garrett 

                      VISIONS'


 Waves crashing against the rocks, moving upon 
 The sand,



 Beyond the horizon the sun going down, the sky
 Is a scene.



 Water of such a brilliant blue, foamy white leading 
 The way,



 Visions' of colors', visions' of memories come to life.




 Through the eyes are seen lively dreams', what Is made,




 The world Is a wonderful, colorful, memory some day.


         Keith Garrett