IT'S NEVER TOO LATE


It's never too late to open your eyes,


To say a thank you, too show a smile.


It's never too late to listen with your ears,


Of words said that are needed too be heard.


It's never too late to be less selfish of a man,


Or to show your love to that special one If you can.


It's never too late to give of yourself,


Unless there's no room for change In you and that's 
Sad.

It's never too late to try and too do,


Grow as a man and be strong as a rock for yourself,


And those who love and count on you.


                                                                                      Keith Garrett

                       THE FIRE HAS EYES


It crawls across the land with an anger, a vengeance,


It Is she whom consumes me, burns my soul.


At times so hot that there's pain from a distance,


My soul Is on fire with that which Is a woman.


Such an anger Is possessed by an energy  brought 
To life,

She can be warm and friendly or danger In the night.


Destroy all that's In Its path, no conscience, 
No remorse,

The fire has eyes, It follows a chosen trail, It shows 
What hurts.

The glow of Its light Is an amazing and beautiful sight,


Reaches to the sky, touches all that's within Its flight.


The fire has eyes, searching for that which gives It 
Life,

She Is noticed from a heart that beats heated from 
Inside.

         Keith Garrett

                   THE ADVENTURE OF LIFE


It holds many doors, different roads to choose 
From,

Chances are taken as we turn the page.


Life is an adventure, different chapters are written,


Only can it be wasted if we stand still too long,


Moving into the future, playing a different game.


We must read from different books,


Experience different tastes of another type of food.


We leave behind people and things, sometimes we 
Must let go,

Carrying into the future our memories or lessons 
Learned.

Sometimes it's difficult to miss but we learn to 
Adjust,

Changes upon changes as the wheel keeps turning.


The circle of life is never ending, nothing may 
Stay the same,

The adventure of life is a most wonderful but hard 
Game to play.
                Keith Garrett 

                     STANDING BY THE RIVER


 Walking along a path, my ears took in the sound,


 The loud rushing of water in the distance.


 There she stood staring out into the scenery,


 A woman of such beauty all alone.


 I didn't make a sound as the words of her song 
 Echoed all around,

 A voice so soft but filled with the power of a tune.


 Standing by the river in the middle of nowhere,


 No horse did she ride, from where did she come.


 Dressed she was not for a dangerous hike but like that


 Of an angel in white,


 She did not see me but did she know I was there.


 Listened did I as she sang from her heart,


 As I turned to walk away, she turned and waived,


 Never a word between us, her song I could still hear 
 Far away.

            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

                                                                                    
                         DESPERADO


More than one hundred years ago he lived,


In a small village somewhere in Mexico, a boy.


Poor was his family as each day was a struggle,


There were those close by, the bad ones who stole 
Everything.

A day came when his village was destroyed, family 
Killed,

Survived did he to one day grow to be a man.


Revenge would be his only friend, not a bad man
Was he,

With pistols at his side he would seek justice.


They called him desperado, a no good criminal,


He stole from them who once took everything 
Meaningful.

His gun did the talking, anger ate at his soul,


He lived by campfire, ate what he shot or stole,


Justice was one day his, his reward was always on 
The run.
              Keith Garrett

           EVERYBODY'S GOING THROUGH SOMETHING


It is that people move each day, go their own way,


A struggle to survive, a faster pace is their lives.


Are we really living or merely trying to get through 
The day,

In between that which we do exists a fight of our own.


Some of us do it alone, others with much help from 
Caring ones,'

We never leave ourselves as we travel along with a 
Tune in our head.

Mentally or physically, we all have something 
Happening always,

Everybody's going through something and we can never 
Run from it.
             Keith Garrett

                                                                                  WHERE THE GEESE DREAM


                                                                      I think of a place, hidden from the world,


A secret land safe from mankind, still with beauty.


Within these trees and plant life sits a lake 
Like glass,

So calm when the air is still, moves slowly within 
A breeze.

There is a sound of peace here, frogs and fish move 
Along quietly,

There is a mystery about this world, they come as one, 
Never seen.

A special place, left untouched by those who destroy  
What is beautiful,


When you step into it you will be stunned by these  
Creatures of thousands,


Here is where there is peace, this is where the 
Geese dream.
              Keith Garrett

                                                                                                               
                   A PERFECT CRIME



                                                                                   They think that they are of something unique,



                                                                                  No one ever is watching, no one sees, they think.



                                                                           They plot and they plan, not so logical, woman or man,



                                                                                      Thoughts that roam their scary, sick minds,



                                                                                They act calm and kind as they plan ones demise.



                                                                             A perfect crime of many sorts fill the criminal 
Minds,


                                                                        They seem not to worried about being caught at 
The time.


                                                                      Going on with their deeds believing they will always 
Be free,


                                                                            When they plan a perfect crime, what is in their minds.


                                                                   Keith Garrett