HIS MUSIC WILL LIVE


  This is for Glen Campbell, bring him peace,


  For his family, a prayer to ease their pain.


  He's had quite a life, a child once with dreams like 
  You,

  Energy from a boy running and playing in the Summer 
  Sun.

  Grew up with a guitar and a country voice, a sound so 
  Recognized,

  For me it was Rhinestone cowboy, i was young and it 
  Made me dream.

  I imagined that I could be him, like him, his beautiful 
  Songs of life,

  A wife and kids who will remember and miss him dearly, 
  He will not miss.

  Taken from him by an unfeeling monster, slowly his 
  Thoughts, The music,

  What's inside may disappear but his music will live, 
  Forever listened too.

  He will forget but the world, his family, and friends
  Will remember for him,

  He will go away, just as a piece of him will always stay in 
  the hearts of loving fans.

   Glen Campbell, man, Husband, father, the name, singer, 
  Song writer, forever remembered,
                           Keith Garrett

                           EVERYTHING IS ON ITS WAY

                                    TO SOMEWHERE

  We're all connected from the beginning of time,


  No matter where we are or where we are headed.


  From the first sign of DNA, we have a link to each  
  Other,

  It has been discovered that in some way we are all 
  Related.

  Everything is on its way to somewhere while the earth
  Keeps spinning,

  Think about it, a bite of an apple eaten and swallowed, 
  An ongoing voyage.

  From a tree planted from seed, it then grows with time 
  As the apple forms,

  The flowing river makes its way to the ocean while the                                                  
  Ocean carry's it away.

  Everything is in constant movement, or aging, as it makes           
  Its journey to other places,

  The wind, the falling leaves continue on, even though 
  Things Disappear, They are never gone.
  Everything is on its way to somewhere, living or not, to 
  Somewhere, Constant energy.           Keith Garrett

                     DO MY WORDS TELL YOU A STORY?


  Writing my thoughts changes the way in which I speak,


  Thinking about what I write, explaining the way I feel.


  Emotions have many parts, created from a lifetime,


  A story I started writing from a time when just a small 
  Boy.

  I say all kinds of things fore there's much to say,


  Words have become the power that moves me through 
  The day.

  If you listen closely there are messages from my lips,


  Telling you about myself, letting you know who I am.


  Do my words tell you a story, or do you not read what 
  Is said?
                                     Keith Garrett

                                   DEMONS OF MUSIC,

                                                KISS


  Back in the past from where they came,

  Four different faces performed on the stage.

  Their appearances all covered, hidden from view,

  Who were they really, nobody knew.

  Like demons they dressed, but music they played,

  All of them different, what did they have to say.

  In their songs were expressed, feelings,

  Looking at them didn't seem so,

  Hearts they all had, this, soon all would know.

  On the drums he will bang, with a face like a cat,

  His name is peter, inside he's more than that.

   Ace wears a disguise just like the rest,

  Playing his guitar is what he does best. 

  Paul is another, lead guitar he does play,

  A star on his face, has something to say.

  Like a serpent showing his tongue,

  Like a dragon spitting fire,

  A mask he does wear and his shoes make him higher.    

                               Keith Garrett

                     FORGIVE THE WORLD, LORD


  You created heaven and earth, the universe, you are 
  Magnificent,

  Are you wondering what could possibly have happened 
  To this place?

  I always had thoughts myself that you knew what was 
  Coming long ago,

  Did you have tears of joy when so long ago you finished 
  Your six day projects.

  Such a wonderful gift, but from the beginning until this 
  Day, Struggles along the way,

  You created man, a most complex mechanism, you knew  
   That Nothing would be easy.

  You turned the first man loose, knowing that he would  
   Most Likely stumble and fall,

  Such an experiment to give free will and sit back to see 
  What mankind would do.

  Forgive the world lord for the many mistakes made, for 
  Thinking that destroyed beauty,

  For hatred and much non caring of this world, taking for 
  Granted what is really temporary.

  Forgive the world lord, for not saying to you thank you 
  Many More times than we should have.
                            Keith Garrett

                                  IS LIFE BUT A DREAM?


  When we go to bed do we go to sleep,


  Are we already dreaming of the life that we believe?


  Are the things' that we see Imaginary 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

                                KEEPER OF THE LIGHT


  Up In the air, he spreads' his wings',


  He stretches to the heavens,' and sees many things.'


  This God of the sun, keeper of the light,


  Soars In the sky, on an eternal flight.


  So peaceful Is he, away up so high,


   Forever and ever, this spirit will fly.


  Keeper of the light, what do you see,


  Beyond the sun, a mystery to me?


  Through the wind you trave,l round and round,


  Watching over this star, from you there's no sound.


   I can only Imagine, you're a spectacular sight,


   Fly way up high, keeper of the light.


                                       Keith Garrett

                              HE HAD A DREAM!


 He used to be, he walked as a man,
 Growing up as a child, harder than one could have 
 Imagined.


 With strength and courage he stood for the fight,
  So many against him, as he marched for what's right.



  At times so scary, to speak what you believe,
  Most just complain, oh! not he.



 It took a demon, the devil In disguise,
 To take from him, what he told from Inside.



  He was once a boy, but grew to become a man,
  To tell of his cause, as he walked with the people 
  Hand  In hand.


  His name was Martin Luther King,
  He was not forgotten because of an Ignorant mans' 
  Bullets' ring.


  He had a dream, he was a man, his dream Is alive.


                              Keith Garrett

                                     FIRE IN THE SKY



  Appears in the night sky, after days light has gone,


  Whistles with a bright light, crackling way up high.


  Shooting across the sky, into the late night, colors fly,


  Smoke fills the air, a smell of it as it drifts away.


  Streaming light, sparkling rockets so bright,


  Disappear with time, tonight freedom shines.


  There is a fire in the sky, eyes fixed until daylight,


  The morning light shines, a celebration of life. 


                                    Keith Garrett

                                "FENCES"

  God created heaven and earth so that we could 
  Live together,

  I was thinking as I walked down the street, I looked 
  At a fence.

  Touching it with my hands I realized a man would 
  Have to climb,

  To get to the other side he would have to go 
  Beyond Where was legal.

  This is my space! you can't come near it, since 
  The Beginning of time,

  The world was meant to share, be free to roam, we 
   Started building fences.

  Around our land, fences to keep others out and  
  Mark Our territory,

  It's all been broken up into pieces, always a fight  
  That Leads to war.

  How can any one man or nation own a piece of the 
   Sky, Stay away they say,

  Beyond the sky, do we all have a right to it or is it 
  Claimed  By the powerful.

 Stay away from here! this is my ocean, be warned or 
  We go to war, do you hear?

  No drink of water for you, someone else owns this 
  Lake, River, or stream.

  Dirt is not free anymore, there's a price to be paid, 
   Money To be made,

  Be careful, as soon the air we breathe will not be free, 
  Who Takes charge, I wonder.

  If we lived as one and shared the land, there would be 
  Room For every soul and man.
                          Keith Garrett