CAN YOU HEAR ME, LORD

Tears running down my face, this face created by you,

Lie do I when to those I say there’s no pain, I cry.

It is you O’lord who sees me as sitting here I search,

Within myself the answers are not found, am I a good man.?

Help me! rid me of this sorrow eating away at my crying heart,

Listen to me, can you hear me, Lord, can you hear my thoughts.?

Are you near lord, are you with me as I ask of you to love me,?

Comfort this foolish, pain soaked man of a thousand tears.

Let me hear of a song that says love still lives in our world,

Give me something to hold onto as I dream and breathe.

Can you hear me, Lord, will you hear me tonight,

As I drift off to sleep will you sit with me, will you say goodnight.?

Keith Garrett

WHEN YOU’RE ALONE

Do your thoughts enter your mind, too quiet at times,

When there Is no one there, what makes you scared?

When you’re alone and there’s no one on the phone,

Not a message finds you, the sound of your heartbeat stands alone.

Quiet roams a house with every step that you take,

When you’re alone, are you content and safe in your home?

Without another sound, are yours the only other words around?

Darkness is a different night, close your eyes to a lonely fright,

When you’re alone, Is alone much of a home?

Keith Garrett

” LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND”

I stop where I’m standing looking around,

What Is this madness born to us all?

Leaving my work, my home, and the things known to me,

Go away to a place up high, way back In the hills’.

There are no people of judgment to listen too,

The loud sounds’ of tragedy lost In my travel.

There Is no anger or the struggle to survive,

Out here, only nature to hear me cry.

Leaving It all behind,

The life that was once mine.

Keith Garrett

BY THE NAME OF SOLOMON

Late eighteen hundreds in the North somewhere,

A young boy by the name of Solomon had a life.

From Virginia, Mississippi, his family traveled,

An older brother and of course a loving mother.

A father of no more but remembered and loved,

Together they worked a piece of land, all they had.

No longer slaves but yet enslaved in their world,

Solomon had a dream to learn and become something.

He ran away, saw the reality of what a brother had said,

He would have to go back home, for now, work the field,

A boy by the name of Solomon still dreamed, grew to be.

Keith Garrett

WHERE WILL I BE GOING

I opened my eyes to the rising sun,

Did not know where it is I was from,

I saw each day, watching my time go by.

Learned to talk and walk as a child,

The sun came up just as the sun went down,

The moon rose high, in the morning it was gone.

The ticking of a clock, seasons I see pass on by,

The color of my hair, face changing all the time.

Where will I be going as I am older with the passing years,

There’s an ending to what we are taught, a beginning to find.

Keith Garrett

BUILD ME A HOUSE

A place of dreams, I need your help to build me a house,

This house is to be of strength and hope, power of love.

Built to withstand the forces of nature, it will contain no hate,

Let the anger remain outside this fence, enter with just one face.

Build me a house of togetherness, my place of peace shall begin,

My house will be of reality fore there is no fantasy but in the mind.

Build me a house of safety where I am at ease feeling free,

Beautiful surroundings of natures greenery and life.

A great pool of water where I can get lost inside,

built for myself a wonderful place of music to escape,

Build me a house of happiness for all eternity.

Keith Garrett

BROKEN GLASS

Without any shoes, I carefully walk,

Each step I take a chance to be cut.

All around me, I can’t see every piece,

One is sure to find me if cautious I’m not.

Where are my shoes, why aren’t they on,?

A lot safer I’d be, less chance to be hurt.

There’s broken glass everywhere,

Watch the way you step and you’ll not be wounded.

Keith Garrett

BREAKING THE LAW

In so many ways it occurs, serious or a little less,

From a child who takes a piece of candy at a store.

You broke the law, but not in a bad way one might say,

Whether or not it’s a bad law, your morals are the same.

Breaking the law is what it is, you can not rationalize,

A piece of candy, all the way up the ladder a thief is seen.

Did I say seen? breaking the law is done in many different ways,

Petty theft, robbing a bank, those who run our world, higher stakes.

Criminal activity runs crazy throughout this state, not shocked are you,

Behind closed doors while we sleep, in broad daylight we don’t always see.

The bigger question remains, who gets to break the law, what laws are ignored,?

For those with money, breaking the law can be quite a game, the law should be for all.

Keith Garrett

BOYS FROM LIVERP00L

From out of England these four were born,

Back some years ago is what we know.

In Liverpool they started on their road to fame,

They were called the Beatles, remember their name.

To sing of love to sing of pain,

Talented were they, from their hearts they would play.

Known as the fab four, innocent were their smiles,

These young men of British descent would be with us for awhile.

By the name of Paul, on the guitar he could play,

With the voice of words, his thoughts he would say.

John he was called, to the world he was known,

With his written words and guitar, he would go far.

Quiet was George, with a smile so bright,

Oh! could he sing and pick the guitar strings.

On his drums, he would hammer and bang as he felt,

Named Ringo like no other but all four were like brothers.

Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, George Harrison, John Lennon.

Keith Garrett

BOTH FEET OFF THE GROUND

If I could lift both feet at the same time, I’d be up in the air,

My arms stretched out, flying, flying to anywhere and everywhere.

Stuck on the ground confined, trapped as if carrying heavy chains,

Sometimes just wanting to take off, fly, fly far away.

Not only gravity keeps us on the ground where we exist,

But the taste for life, for the breath, every breath.

Both feet off the ground to a new adventure in time,

Away, far away from what hurts a mans heart, yes! this heart.

My heart cries for what has been taken away, away from me,

Both feet on the ground, not so much a good place to be.

Keith Garrett