HEAVEN’S TEARS

A miracle this must be, is it tears of joy,

Tears for the world, do they cry for what is seen?

Something so needed, necessary to sustain life,

Heaven’s tears are that which is needed to clean,

For the rivers to flow, fish live and nature moves along.

The oceans are there, waterfalls continue on a path of beauty,

Lakes fill with water, trees and shrubs need drops from the sky,

Heaven’s tears remain the food of life, do not cry and we will die.

Keith Garrett

HEAVEN IS WHERE

We live our lives from day to day,

Wondering what could be when we have to go away.

Searching for the meaning of this thing we call life,

Maybe we should enjoy our time here Instead of studying why.

Families have lived since the beginning of time,

Where have they gone, I think In my mind.

Another dimension not for us to understand,

A garden of Eden perhaps In a far off land.

No suffering of pain or sorrow could this be,

Another plane of reality.

Heaven Is where, I do not know,

Far, far away, I dream this Is so.

Keith Garrett

HEARTBEAT OF THE WORLD

From within, the earth rumbles, there’s heated liquid like blood,

Beating as a heart beats, energy, and life, power inside a complicated world.

Rise to the surface, thoughts, and wisdom, to learn becomes the brain not seen,

The flowing wind and air stand to be the breath, lungs of the land.

The moon that rests beyond the sky, the stars and planets that watch up high,

The eyes of the world could only be our creator god invisible to our sight.

Is it sadness in the world or tears of joy that make the sky cry,

A sacrifice as the water drops fall sustaining life and keeping beauty in sight.

Everything hears everything, ears of the land are everywhere,

The world lives as we live, take for granted and many things can do us in.

Keith Garrett

HEART OF STONE

Beats this heart, a strong yet fragile organ,

A complicated mystery that gives and sustains life.

There is no love in the heart, an emotion, state of mind,

We like to believe that a person has a big heart, not a good thing.

Speaking physically and emotionally, there are two hearts,

That one in your chest and a beautiful spirit of it that beats in your soul.

Some have a bad heart, a black heart that is sick with evil,

A heart of pure gold rests with those so gentle and kind.

The hardened heart that is created within a lifetime of mistrust,

A heart of stone, a piece exists in my spirit now as I’ve been hurt,

Let it grow I will not, keep chipping away to a heart of love and care.

Keith Garrett

A COWBOY’S HEART

Born in a town, his roots most important to him,

A mother and father, family mean so much.

Love for the land that he walks upon, love of life,

Precious is a horse he calls friend, a hard working man.

Maybe the love of a woman he holds in his heart,

A beautiful song lives in this cowboy’s many thought’s.

Integrity and honor is in the kind of person he is,

He has things of want but needs very little,

Watching the sun go down as he rests upon his horse.

He does what it takes, he stands always tall,

He gives of his heart, much heart, a cowboy’s heart.

Keith Garrett

HEART OF A WINNER
I’ve struggled In search of the worth of a man, to be a winner,

Questions I’ve asked, thoughts of the value from within the human heart.

Created not of money or material things, objects, treasures that we hold,

Born within us, no! not an Inherited trate, the heart of a winner.

In the morning awake do we to the rising sun, we’ve just begun,

From our nightly slumber, we stand and face the day, each day.

What drives us, what moves us along, perhaps survival,

It Is the man, the woman who strives to achieve In which we see.

To the mountaintop, we may never get but we’ll keep on climbing,

We do not stop fore one day a hope that It will be there,

Standing tall with your head held high, not In the physical sense.

But a feeling In the heart, a place In the mind,

To strum the guitar till the tune Is through, finish what you’ve started.

Shoes on your feet, each day a trek to work, at the end a mile home,

Not to win the game or conquer the fight.

Give It your all and sleep for the night.

I do not know where my road will take me, what I battle has no ending,

I stand here a winner for all that I have accomplished,

A winner Is one who strives to make tomorrow a better day.

Keith Garrett

HEART AND SOUL

Everything I’ve got, what’s inside of me strong,

Pours out with energy, stopped I cannot be, give up I will not.

Stand and take notice as I conquer what invades my spirit,

Emotionally grow do I, strength and power absorbed within this soul.

Heart of the lion oh! I do possess, listen to me, hear me roar,

Weakness stares at me, such a pathetic coward it is, look away.

Fear and sorrow attack and intimidate who I am, rise up and fight!

Walking away, turn and gaze over my shoulder leaving it behind.

Hear what this man has to say, do you know that which lives in me,?

I grow and grow fore I have the heart and soul.

Keith Garrett

HEAL THIS HEART

Inside I am hurt, this pain felt through my soul,

Help me to understand then take it away O’ lord.

Give me the strength to walk each day, the day you give,

Show me how to see the bright and beautiful day instead of

All this dark and gloom clouding my world.

In heaven, you stand watching over this land where I am,

Ask do I of you to watch over myself and guide me.

I give my anger to you to cast away, away from this man,

Help me to find a happiness within myself.

Heal my mind, this tired mind of mine,

Heal this heart, my heart.

Keith Garrett

HEAD HELD HIGH

SHOULDERS BACK

Whatever gets you down, that which makes you frown,

Don’t let it take from you the smile from your face.

We meet with obstacles and challenges brought forth,

Tests of faith and courage to see what we’re made of.

Painful scars, we all hold something inside,

One foot in front of the other, we may cry but no surrender.

Each day we are blessed as also we are taught,

Some things are never easy, we strive for happiness.

Grateful for things we have, for the love of just one person,

We borrow trouble if we worry about what has yet to come.

Head held high, shoulders back,

Strength is every moment that we never give in.

Keith Garrett

HE WOULD RAISE THE FLAG

An American, a patriot who did fight many battles,

His time spent in a prisoner of war camp was not pretty.

Doing that which he believed to be right was a high price,

A disgrace to his uniform but a man of principles and honor.

They could not break him, he would not crumble and fall,

He was not now less than who he was before, a man of strength.

He would speak of his rights, the rights of other prisoners,

He wanted to raise the flag, men would join him in his plight.

He would raise the flag and pay the ultimate price for the right,

Shot in the back, he died while the flag was high in flight.

Keith Garrett