IF I HAD A SONG

What would you hear If I sang to you,

Thoughts from my heart or words so true.

Would a tune be needed to understand what’s said,

Lyrics written just for a sweetheart, one still In my head.

If I had a song I’d give It to you, a romantic serenade,

You would hear my soul singing to you, a song, a song.

If I had a song then your beauty would be told,

I know of It, you can hear me sing of It from your heart.

Would you sit and listen If I had a song,

Would phrases of wanting love warm your precious soul.

Love does not die,

My love for you lives In this heart.

Keith Garrett

IS LIFE BUT A DREAM?

When we go to bed do we go to sleep,

Are we already dreaming of the life that we believe?.

Are the things’ that we see Imaginary or real,

Is there another life that we live and feel?.

Is our reality here and now,

Are we a thought of someone else somehow?.

Could It be that we are In another one’s mind,

In some other place, In some other time?.

Maybe In a coma for a period not known,

When we wake up to a life not our own.

What does It all mean,

Is life but a dream?.

Keith Garrett

FROM OUT OF MY WINDOW

I gazed outside at a bird on a limb,

So many clouds made my light very dim.

The things I see are not so new,

From out of my window, a simple view.

I stand here watching as time goes by,

I listen for the sound, I can hear nature cry.

The wind passes by, through the trees It blows,

Stare out at the night, watch as the moon glows.

As day becomes night and the night turns to day,

Time does not stand still but from out of my window,

I see things my own way.

Keith Garrett

A CHANGING MAN

Sit down my darling, sit back and relax, just listen,

I’m here to tell you a story about the life of a man.

Like an outlaw roaming the countryside day to day,

Mistakes not realized as he rides blindly Into loneliness.

Selfish and angry, as this anger stole the beauty and hope

Of what the world had to offer, nothing seen through his eyes.

Riding each day Into every sunset, never watching It go down,

Wasting time, running from a chance for happiness, this man.

Into his life one day, a woman of such beauty, In his eyes he did see,

Still taking for granted all there could be, holding on to mistrust.

She went away, she went far away, she saw the sunset, not he,

A changing man lives today, he rides and rides with his head held high.

Mistakes understood, selfishness gone away, anger turned to laughter,

He can see the beauty of this world through his now opened eyes.

Wasting no time as he does not run, he watches the sun go down,

Someday with her again to see the sunrise, to watch the sun go down.

A changing man can see, a changing man Is he.

Keith Garrett

CANDLES IN THE SKY

They’ve rested high, forever in the darkened sky,

Seen in the night, billions float beyond our seeing eyes.

Light up the night they do, a wick lit by fire not needed to glow,

Bright Is the way If not Clouded by what may come this way.

Candles In the night, not made of wax so they forever burn in our sight,

Quiet In the dark, By morning’s light there Is not until night another spark.

Hot Is the wax that melts, the light In the sky has not yet died,

Candles In the night shine still bright, what dims, what does die?

Keith Garrett

WHEN HE DIED

What were his thoughts, how did he feel,

When the pain left his body, where did he go?

Did he understand when god touched his hand,

When he was no more, who was he?

Did he cry or did he feel the happiness of love everlasting,

When he died the tears would subside,

No pain or sorrow would rest inside.

He was the mortal man in a material land,

His spirit and soul would be forever in a far off heaven.

Only moments ago I saw him as I walked through the door,

When he died his being would forever hide,

Who he was would never leave our lives.

When he died I saw it as not real but I did cry,

When he died I had to say goodbye as my heart found him his place

Where I could forever see him smile.

Keith Garrett

STATE OF MAN

Becoming crippled as we sit and wait for whatever happens,

We weaken as our rights are taken away by the enemy within.

Don’t be fooled by a handshake and a smile, meaningless words from lips of lies,

Hell has come to dinner, watch as the devil campaigns for the right to take.

Grab hold and never let go of the hand of God, hang on tight, there’s a fight,

At this moment it appears that we stand with only one leg, our blinded eyes.

We have lost strength as we possess only one hand to hold each other up,

The state of man is at a critical point dear people, line up and vote for the unknown.

There is something that one human soul may do, pray for the lesser evil,

Hang on to hope and that God is watching closely, that he may Intervene in a great way.

There is a beautiful world being abused, taken for granted, like spitting in the Lord’s face,

May he strike down the evil ones before it’s too late, get ready for what’s heading our way.

Keith Garrett

THE FIRE HAS EYES

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

It Is she who 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

THY HEALING BREATH

With a heart so pure, filled with love, he does heal,

Pain and suffering taken away, a gift given, a miracle.

With energy so strong and a powerful feeling for life,

From within his being, coming out is a healing touch.

The hurt and agony are felt by this man in his heart and mind,

This misery and fear he’ll take from you into his own body.

With his breath, he’ll inhale the sadness and death from you,

Cancer and ugliness of the world he’ll exhale and blow out

Into the wind away from the good that lies within.

Thought to be bad but in reality, a good man judged badly,

Who he is you could not understand, thy healing breath lies in this man.

Keith Garrett

GHOSTS CAN TALK

Most of this world never truly believe that life ends not here,

Death may not be a misery that we all wait to endure.

We are surrounded if indeed you do not believe in this,

There are those and many long ago spirits which wander alone.

Most of us are not enough in thought or listening to hear ghosts talk,

Heaven is there but why are they everywhere? Ghosts can talk, they walk.

We want to believe that we are never ending, fear that we are not forever,

Odd things happen, strange sounds in the night, misplaced or lost items,

They speak in ways we can not ever dream, watch us as we slumber in the night.

GHOSTS CAN TALK

Keith Garrett