A Dead Man'scove

We had turned the western fold ecliped in the setinenrs nold Where abendindeta was told This story is far too old with dreams shealtering the bold In a time dangerous and so cold This story is far too old A fearless leaders distine cry Here i was just a marksmen soilder of deception with a heart of gold Never blink in your enemeies gamble Driven bye this i walked behind blue eyes Shouting in raiseing my daggers too the sky True morals have swept the fortold bloodshed Few quarrel's say this man's dead Family wars is where i rested my head to began the breath of my last death bed A netural of messages's sent an borken ties and it's forgoten lent I've reached for all in my rise in fall And took no parallel in up-lifting my needs Place your hand in mine here u will find security in love everlasting I seek the foul carson who was their watching The fools rabbit sits at his grave the man cree of a playing I have shed no tears under the rumoured name