The dust trails your way
Riding into the sunset
With hope to reunite oneday
To those you care the most.
Redemption sometimes require you to be an outlaw
Just so you may taste the air of freedom
Yet along the path you made less friend but foe
You learn not to lose your honor and fame.
The gun you holster
The horse you ride
Eventually it will disappear
Eaten away by guilt and time.
In the arms of law
You think that life is assured
To whom the gun should you draw
In the face of death you are feared.
Within your heart
Lies the point of no return
Soon that life in you will depart
An exchange for the sake of your wife and son.
At the very end
Law turn its back
You fall onto the dusty sand
Leaving nothing to regret on your track.
You born alone
You left with legacy
Your son and wife still roam
Vengence cant just wait and see.
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