GIVE ME STRENGTH

Days can be a struggle at times, feeling much alone,

Physical pain and emotional scars are hard fought.

Stress and the desire to overcome tire a body and mind,

Worries of the time keep a soul from sleep in the night.

Give me strength to make it through beyond this coming sunset,

Guide me into my day of many challenges that tear at my heart.

Wisdom would be a true gift as I try to better my life and self,

Thank you for listening as there is much hope as I stand strong.

Keith Garrett

I’M GETTING OLDER

I first opened my eyes, once tiny and bright to this world,

A memory I do hold but remember not as I was a baby.

Pictures of my life are few compared to the window of my mind,

Once only a child, things I knew were also few, children that played

With this child are lost with time, always in my mind.

The world seems smaller as my life has spread further with the passing days,

I’m getting older, once I was a young teenager moving ever so fast.

Birthday to birthday comes a new number pinned to my aging soul,

Grateful am I with a much appreciated thank you and love of god

That he has given me life this long, I hope and pray that one day I’ll

Be forever remembered and once in a while thought of by you.

I’m getting older, maybe a touch wiser, possibly a better me,

I’m getting older, remember who I am, my name is Keith,

I am a mortal man living in this gift layed in my hand.

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

THE DUSTY TRAIL

Traveling through an untamed land, I travel,

All that I own packed upon my horse and wagon.

There’s a lot of quiet time thinking and looking,

As the day ends I set camp, a fire, supper, and my horse.

Noises of the night are owls, crickets, or the wind,

Lucky am I to hold this guitar in hand.

Feed my horse and off to bed for a little rest,

A gun close by as I sleep with an open eye.

Just call me bob as when the sun rises I’ll be gone,

A hot cup of coffee, a bite to eat, and off I go.

The dusty trail takes me to many places of sight,

I travel by day then it’s time to stop for a much wanted, peaceful night.

Keith Garrett

KEEPER OF THE LIGHT

Up in the air, he spreads his wings,

He stretches to the heavens and sees many things.

This god of the sun, KEEPER OF THE LIGHT,

Soars in the sky on an eternal flight.

So peaceful is he, away up so high,

Forever and ever this spirit will fly.

Keeper of the light, what do you see,?

Beyond the sun, a mystery to me.

Through the wind, you travel round and round,

Watching over this star, from you there’s no sound.

I can only imagine you’re a spectacular sight,

Fly way up high, keeper of the light.

Keith Garrett

HERE IS MY HOUSE

Here is my house built for this world today,

There is a gate so that you can’t get through,

If not invited there will be guns waiting for you.

Two dogs growling, mean as could ever be,

An alarm system that calls on those who will hurt you indeed.

Doors of steel that should let not a criminal soul get in,

Supplies for survival if this land must come to this.

Here is my house, not one of dreams but of safety,

Not the way our country should be, here is my house the way I see.

Keith Garrett

TREASURES OF THE LORD

Into the darkness, I stepped wandering down a road,

Left behind the trust and care for those who hurt my soul.

Alone I’ve stood on a hill so high, at the edge of the mountain,

There was nothing for me to see, blinded by what is humanity.

Is this place I am a creation of my own anger and nonbelieving,

Does darkness fade as the sun appears again for a blind man?

I’ve opened these eyes and learned to see his masterpiece,

The hills that are alive that rest beneath god’s wide open sky.

The wind that sings as it blows through the ever so high trees,

Rain that falls below is a gift to us so that we may watch life grow.

From the sea to all that we need to be is for us because he,

Only he had a thought, the power to imagine that which we see.

Treasures of the lord were placed down upon from heaven,

Only the greed of a man has stolen that which to him belongs not.

Every time I open my eyes, the treasures of the lord are seen,

These are a gift, a reality that even the blind may see.

Keith Garrett

REAL AND MAKE BELIEVE

The sun rises when the night disappears,

The moon has no cheese, the man does not appear.

Love can be very real, pretending to love, a sad ordeal,

Hate is real, thoughts of murder over it, a nightmarish fairytale.

A walk along the beach a reality to be seen, sky will not fall down,

I have seen sadness fore it is not make believe, happy may not be real.

The world is full of beauty and in a state of scary affairs, it’s seen as no fantasy,

Cartoons are not so real just as heaven is real but a fantastic dream not yet seen,

Real and make believe, what a child believes, an adults living reality of dreams or screams.

Keith Garrett

I TAKE YOU ON A GREAT JOURNEY

It started with a dream, I came upon a black dog in the dark,

I could not move as a fool In the rain I was standing in my mind.

A great book was opened In the beginning, It spoke of a stairway to heaven,

I’m lost In sleep where the black mountain side appeared before me.

Visiting me on this night was a black countrywoman with a whole lotta’ love,

She would guide me out on the tiles where the ocean could be seen and dreamed.

In the evening we watched before our eyes, the Battle of Evermore as It was,

Many a man stepped up to the Gallows Pole, this would be their Wanton song.

I take you on a great journey, Thank you as the Immigrant song echoes from the sky,

What Is and what should never be remain a mystery, Life can be a heartbreaker.

While we are asleep could It be we are all taken on a Night flight? Good times, bad times,

You shook me but I did not wake, a search for the Houses of the holy In a dream.

I take you on a great journey, over the hills and far away,

To a magnificent place, where there lies a Stairway to Heaven.

Keith Garrett

AN ANGRY MAN

Anger, so much mistrust for the world, he’s angry,

That which he can not control, bothers him so.

Nothing wrong with letting it out, control is what it’s about,

Angry at that which has passed, let this go, an angry man knows.

Feeling at times the universe has let him down, the fire rages,

Inside he feels the water boil, what to do when there’s no place to run.

He pounds his fists against the stone wall, thoughts of vengeance stir,

Get even is one of many stories made from a man’s angry mind.

An angry man does not see the road clearly, thinking is altered,

Eats him up inside, wasted energy but how is he to do it right.?

He has been wronged, he is an angry man and needs a smart plan,

An angry man he can be, can an angry man soon find his peace.

Keith Garrett