IN A BLACK CAR DRIVING


 Dressed up In black, not to loud, driving 
 Down the road,

 Music In my head, the boss sings' out a tune, 
 I'm driving.

 Sunglasses to match this beautiful machine of black,


 Eyes wandering, scenery passing by as I ride, dreaming.


 In a black car driving, I'm moving down the road to 
 You,

 In a black car driving, eyes fixed on the horizon, 
 Driving.

 With the window down I can feel the wind, listen to 
 The wind,

 My dreaming mind takes me to you, the way to you Is 
 Complicated.

 Down the road as you are not so far away, just a 
 Touch away,

 A smile shows through on your face, every day this way.


               Keith Garrett                                        

                                                                                      
              A PAINFUL MEMORY


 Our minds remember, a picture or scenes from
 The past,

 A reel to reel movie that for a lifetime lasts, 
 Beautiful and sad.

 Scars are formed from many types of pain, a 
 Reminder of your days,

 We take a look backwards of the steps we take, 
 Where we played.

 A painful memory is more than one, It may reshape 
 Us into something strong,

 If we can't learn from  a lesson taught, it may be 
 We wander in circles of not.

 A painful memory has found us all, we stand to 
 Experience and remember the fall,

 It is a hurtful thing that follows us through,  
 A painful memory as we live each day new.

                 Keith Garrett

              WITH CLOSED EYES


 Many things' are noticed when one can't see,


 Against our face, the wind, or a bird chirping 
 In a tree.

 From the air, the sound of a plane soaring by,


 Thunderclaps as loud as a sonic boom.


 People laughing with each other, driving past,


 Dogs' barking In a near by yard as they're listened 
 Too.

 The sound of music heard through an open window,


 Two people In love saying goodbye at the door.


 There are many, many things' we notice with closed 
 Eyes,

 Not only the darkness that's with us Inside.


 The mind will open at the time our eyes close,


 And see more than can be Imagined In this dark world.


                 Keith Garrett  

                 STRENGTH


 The lion Is strong and fearless as he roams' 
 The jungle,


 It Is known that he Is there, his crown Invisible 
 But seen.


 There Is strength In a man who stands' up for what 
 He believes,


 He Is strong and powerful with words' of knowledge 
 Or silence.


 Doing what Is hardest, doing what scares one but must 
 Be done,


 Facing ones' self In the mirror and admitting he 
 Has faults.


 Strength Is letting your emotions' show but kept 
 In control,


 Knowing Inside there's a man although vulnerable.



 I am a man, I have strength.



                                                                                Keith Garrett

                 WHERE DID YOU GO

                     MATHILDA?


 I saw you In the morning, slept with me, 
 You did last night,

 A tear In your eye but yet you did not cry, 
 A time for goodbye.

 The sun was shining bright, I saw you last night 
 Beneath a full moons' light,

 The bed has cobwebs, only a trace of where once 
 A smile rested beside me.

 Love was as I once loved, forever was today and 
 Tomorrow never knew,

 Where did you go Mathilda, where are you now, 
 Why did you forget?

 A cool breeze visits' an open window, the stars'  
 Hide within the searching clouds',


 I saw you last night as I drifted beyond a dream, 
 When I awoke there was only me.


 Where did you go Mathilda, why did you go away, 
 Where did you go my Mathilda,

 Why was It you could not stay?


              Keith Garrett

              WESTERN WORLD


 The old west, a place where a cowboy could 
 Roam the land,

 Drifters could be seen riding in from the horizon, 
 Long ago.

 Wagon trains with families seeking that new world 
 Of hope and prosperity,

 Bandits and outlaws robbing banks, criminals of the 
 Day hanging from trees.

 A western town where a sheriff walked the street 
 Trying To keep some peace,


 Gamblers could be heard drinking and howling from a 
 Saloon long ago.

 Dance hall girls dressed for the time, somewhere back 
 In a western time,

 The eighteen hundreds, where pioneers carved a trail 
 Through the years.

 Western world, where families worked the land, the future 
 Was a mystery to be Seen.
                 Keith Garrett

             THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD


 Through a twister, she journeys' across the sky,


 From her home In Kansas, she and her dog said 
 Goodbye.

 To fantasy from reality, In a place she fell,


 Of tiny people, In this land where they dwelled.


 If home Is where she wanted then a walk she would 
 Take,

 Down a long road of yellow brick, to a city, she 
 Would make.

 Along the way three friends' she would meet,


 Searching for something, each one was unique.


 Till the end, they would fight a wicked soul,


 Conquer and receive what It was they were told.


 Click your heels' together, one, two, three,


 There's no place like home, back there she would be.


                                                              Keith Garrett 

            THIS BOY FROM TUPELO


 From Mississippi, born quite some time ago,


 The name of Elvis would be forever known.


 Gospel music he could sing very well,


 Growing up In a town where the poor would dwell.


 He loved his mother, to her a song he would sing,


 Noticed by a man named Sam, to a boy, fame this 
 Would bring.

 Moving on to Memphis, a place In tennessee,


 A mansion known as Graceland, now the home for he.


 Always near by, on him an eye they keep,


 Called the Memphis Maphia Is whom they would be.


 A show he puts' on In such places well known,


All over the world his legend has grown.


 When his time came, the Lord made his visit,


 Away Elvis went with him, to the music we still listen.


                    Keith Garrett                    

                                                                                                                    
        A BIG HEART



                                                                                           
 He was a small man but only in height,


                                                                                        
 He would lose his wife as a child was born.


                                                                                                 
 Lou was his name, a man so kind,


                                                                                     
 Trying to survive, taking care of his daughter.


                                                                                 
 A job was needed, treated like some kind of freak,


                                                                                
 Turned away, desperate, he would steal for a meal.


 This is not who he was, why are people so ignorant 
 And mean,

 Confined to jail by one whom did not care, a much 
 Needed favor.

 A daughter in danger, this little man with a big heart 
 Was needed,

 Risk his life he would, even for those whom did look 
 Down upon.

 A big heart in a man who did appear to stand taller 
 than all.

               Keith Garrett

                                                                                                       
           A BASEBALL DREAM    



 On a farm he grew up, the early days of the game,   



 A bat of his own was made from a tree that stood alone.    



 He had a name for his bat, a certain magic it contained,



                                                                      
 Circumstances would get in the way, a dream put aside.



                                                                        
 Disappeared without a trace until he arrived on a day,



 His special bat carried in hand, this was to be his last 
 Chance.


 For only a moment he would stand beneath the lights,


  
 A baseball dream before he faded into the night.


              Keith Garrett