It starts in the morning when i take a look in the mirror,

There i am looking back at me, our morning begins as one.

We do all things together so i’m never without company,

I work in the yard, things are complete when i am with me.

I walk down the street, i’m never behind or in front, i hear my feet,

When i dream i’m always there in bed sleeping with me.

Whatever i do and wherever i go I’m always with me, this is so,

I’m always with me, i follow the road, my shadow and me.

Keith Garrett

Free to go away, free to fly away but i stay,

Unlock this prison, it’s safe to walk outside.

Sentenced was i by this man in a mirror,

Hold on tight as through the night chained as i sleep.

A crime of love, guilty and my choice clearly seen,

Scars it carries, in me a hostage clinging to yesterday.

To the ground i fell like a broken doll, crumbled,

A gun to myself pointed, not knowing it was empty.

Behind bars for no reason, put there by a jury of one,

No judge sitting up high, only myself reading the verdict.

I held myself prisoner for many months as the keys sat before me,

With eyes opened i grabbed those keys and let a man free, walk.

Keith Garrett

It’s never to late to open your eyes,

To say a thank you, too show a smile.

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

Of words said that are needed to be heard.

It’s never to late to be less selfish of a man,

Or too show your love to that special one if you can.

It’s never to late to give of yourself,

Unless there’s no room for change in you and that’s sad.

It’s never to late to try and also do,

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

And those whom love and count on you.

Keith Garrett

The sky is always night somewhere in our world,

Does it dream as it sleeps there where it rests.?

Awake as it does to the morning sunlight,

In another place it goes to bed again for the night.

There are friends all around this wide open space

That watch over each other in its universe.

Does the sky dream,? always as it exists,

What would it say if to us it spoke.?

Keith Garrett

Blood of a man spills from a wound created,

From a wonderful heart runs blood unseen.

Broken will be our spirits by those we trust,

These are the words of men with no morality.

Promises are made with the slip of a tongue,

Easily spoken from minds without thought.

Hearts and souls, those with no dreams,

They take what they can, from their hands they squeeze.

Promises, promises, words with no character,

From those with no heart, broken, always broken.

Keith Garrett

As children, friends were we always hanging out,In the park throwing a football, playing frisbee.

We were like most kids never worrying about the future,

We spent many Summers playing in the sun, running into the years.

There was a bench we would sit on after running around, made of wood,

Laughing and telling jokes, we were the best of friends until the sun set.

My friend went away, life moved on beyond those days, older we became,

As fate would have it we again found one another through the mysteries of life.

The magic of childhood goes away but i believe a piece of it is always there,

We walked and talked, back to the park too where we laughed, we sat on the same bench.

Keith Garrett

What’s out there when you stand wondering in the dark,

So far and wide it reaches, where does it go, do we know.?

Take a good look up into the quiet sky, see beyond your sight,

In front of you, like a picture of beauty rests the moon up high.

The sun is no longer seen as to bed it goes until the morning hour,

Stars created are in the millions, they appear still in the night sky.

Venus and Mars are seen just as darkness appears in the early evening,

Colors of the sky turn to dark but a new sight is seen before you are to dream.

Beyond your sight are many mysterious wonders of the universe waiting,

Other worlds, planets, what might be out there we can not know, the night sky.

Keith Garrett

I look to the sky, can you see me through the clouds,

I’m standing here lord, what shall i do to make it today.?

From my eyes there are many tears that flow to no end,

In this body it is my heart that cries for your help to ease my sorrow.

Stand by me when my loneliness is much more than i can bare,

Take away this pain and anger that lives in my soul as i move forward.

Take from me these nightmares that visit when i sleep, Oh! please,

Let me rest as my body feels so very tired from this plight.

From heaven can you hear me, do you know who i am,

Will you listen as i ask for your guiding hand.?

Keith Garrett

Take a moment and imagine this, love so real,

A most special love, only to a woman who can’t be.

Think of a world where pain and sorrow are only a myth,

Where laughter and smiles wake you to each sunrise.

What if hunger and sickness were but a childs nightmare,

Selfishness and hate were a demon caged in a place of no more.

Could love be forever as the moon shows its face in the sky,

Ask this beyond the sky to where heaven lies, is all possible.?

Imagine this, is a kiss just a kiss, to the blind hearted only this,

To eyes that meet anothers, a connection may forever exist.

Imagine this, if dreams and wishes came true, i dream for you,

Your special wish would come true, imagine this.

Keith Garrett

To each day he rises a bit sleepy eyed but he rises,

Clouded may the sky be of darkness or sunshine.

He walks the land taking in the air blessed upon,

What is seen by this man is love and life, it’s seen.

He knows the magical art of making one laugh,

Now the laughter lost by he has been re discovered.

treasures of happiness are all around, easily noticed,

No more blindness of an eclipse to the sight, lucky man.

Nothing needed, everything’s at his feet, the grasp of his hand,

How he did not see does not matter, lucky man, what a lucky man.

Keith Garrett