(2-2-04)
Dark stranger, a shadow in the night
Billowing coat tails, blocking out the light
Eyes flash once, almost hypnotic
From what, unknown, but most exotic
Impressive size that doubles my own
Suppressing my rising fear, less it be know
His guns hold their place at each hip
And I see, on his black shirt, a rip
On his muscled chest, over his heart
A hole from it being stolen and torn apart
So he feels nothing now, no love
No faith in deities below or above
He looks to me, with cold empty eyes
From my throat, a scream begins to rise
Drawing his revolver, he starts forward
I pray to no one, knowing no Lord
Aiming for my heart, he advances fast
I beg him not to, pleading my last
He stops, much to my surprise
As I wait for the end, my demise
For once, he considers what he’s done
He lowers his weapon, looking to the sun
I beg him no, but he points it to his head
So forlorn, he claims he’s better off dead
He pulls the trigger, shot echoing the lands
I turn away, with my face in my hands
Hiding my tears
Thinking of the years
I spent the same way
Until there came a day
I relinquished all my hate
Realizing its all part of fate
For everyone has to die
That’s why we all cry
A tear is how a memory lives forever
So that person , gone, lives forever