IT’S NOT ABOUT THE MONEY

Why does he perform if he doesn’t need the cash,

For the thrill and excitement, he answers if one should ask.

He loves to watch the joy that it brings,

The way that he feels when a song he does sing.

Playing the guitar and having some fun,

Upon the stage with his friends joined as one.

It’s alright to have a good time,

He chants to the crowd as he’s feeling so fine.

What’s it about, not so hard to see,

It’s not about the money, not for Bruce Springsteen.

Keith Garrett

IT’S NEVER TO LATE

It’s never too late to open your eyes,

To say a thank you, to show a smile.

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

Of words said that is needed to 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 to also do,

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

And those whom love and count on you.

Keith Garrett

IT WILL NEVER END

They don’t care if they die, they win every time,

Spreading fear and murdering as they see fit,

I call them not human as they take up precious space,

Their faces are hidden fore they are such a disgrace.

There can be no victory against those without souls,

Each time they destroy like the devil they smile,

We must conquer and eliminate but like cancer, they grow.

What is scary I say is that from here the money and help come,

It may not be true but what are we all suppose to do, I think soon.

It will never end, look around, the bombs and bullets don’t lose their sound,

Closer than we know, wake in the night too attacks and loss of life.

Keith Garrett

IT WAS TIME TO GO HOME

A father and mother not seen for such a long while,

He a son with a family now of his own, a message from home.

Not one last time would he see his mother, a goodbye with tears,

A train ride, long it would be back home to the big woods.

A challenge it would be to make a father say goodbye to a love,

Together again, father and son on a journey back to be with family.

A grandfather who would one last time see a son and say a goodbye,

He didn’t belong in this place where they wanted him to be, not he.

It was time to go home, back to the big woods where the trees grew tall,

Goodbye is said from a grandpa to a child, a granddaughter would cry,

It was time to go home where he could spend the rest of his days and be

Forever together with a wife, his journey too where she would be.

Keith Garrett

IT FELL FROM THE SKY

It was a clear, warm, starry night, I was feeling alright,

Quiet as the crickets were singing from the dark.

My dog barking at whatever roams in the night,

I find myself here in the country, beautiful as it is.

No complaints in this place away from the noisy world,

For a moment a strange silence came over my surroundings.

My dog was barking but what it was could not be seen by me,

Suddenly the wind not seen howled across the open land.

Dust was blowing, no sound of anything else could be heard,

A rumbling could be heard while the ground shook violently.

A high pitched noise echoed from everywhere, my eyes stared,

A bright light flashed in the night, I saw this, it fell from the sky.

Keith Garrett

IT DOESN’T JUST HAPPEN TO ME

I got up this morning and looked at my wife,

She looked back at me and said: “I’m leaving tonight.”

Not even a cup of coffee before the crap started,

I showed her my finger then got in the shower.

The water was cold, she used all the hot water,

Couldn’t find the soap, why even bother.

She said her goodbye in a way I could understand,

All my money was gone, she had a new man.

She asked for a divorce, I sais okay by me,

Now her new husband is sleeping where I use to be.

She got the house, she got the car,

She got the dog, even the money I saved in a jar.

When it’s all said and done, what have I gained,

An ex-wife, a new home, a life without pain.

Keith Garrett

IT CAME FROM THE SKY

A flash of light, it came from the sky, dark of night,

Fast and bright, knocked him to the ground, shot through his eyes.

Where did this energy come from, beyond a starry sky,

What purpose could this serve, changing a man’s life?

It came from the sky and shot a light in his eyes,

Something he would give to his friends, a gift to the world.

It flashed down from the sky, this his birthday night,

A gift and a sacrifice as with time it was to take his life,

What he left behind his friends never forgot.

Keith Garrett

IT AIN’T DYING I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT

He was blinded, a deep anger to hide his true feelings about the past,

Wasting precious time hiding from a young man a certain truth to be told.

This ranger who spent his life by the law protecting and ridding the bad from his world,

A son that every day was close to him but had not a clue that this man with a badge was dad.

A friend for life, he fought and laughed each day by his side, they talked of life and dreams,

His son would learn of his connection to a father but not spoken from a father’s stubborn lips.

Talking about the end, a fact that all would die, something would someday take us away,

Hard times In a cruel, violent, world where a mans life for many reasons would be cut short.

Death for these friends and rangers was witnessed throughout their lives on many a trail,

Two men so different as they were in ways much the same, philosophy and stories told by a fire.

It ain’t dying I’m talkin’ about, this friend with a zest for life, a man who tried to see the beauty of the day,

It’s living!, to awake each morning with the breath of life my friend, take in every moment until the end.

Keith Garrett

IS MY LIFE A DREAM?

Thinking about it as merely a wondering, curious thought,

My every day and all that I do appears to be a life that’s true.

Whether your time here has been of happiness or just sad,

What if and just suppose that it wasn’t yours, wasn’t real.

All that you know and everything you have, are you dreaming,

What if as you are asleep your mind has made up and written a story.

Perhaps a lifetime, the friends, family members, that which you know to be,

Has no reality, that but a dream or to awake to a nightmare of screams.

Is my life a dream,? will I awake to find that nothing is as it seemed,

Reality is not what I have seen, for what appeared to be an eternity.

What if the life you believe to be is an accident, a long coma state,

Ask yourself, is my life a dream,? what if I had a different reality.?

Keith Garrett

IS LIFE BUT A DREAM?

When we go to bed do we go to sleep,

Are we already dreaming of the life we believe?

Are the things that we see imagination 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