How Tall Stands the Hunter
the great white hunter
has lost his merry 'lil way
can't see the light now
gone is the oneness
wonder how this could be real
he still stands way tall
with girls looking up
amidst deafening silence
his beliefs are real
while those around him
use them for their excuses
to be and stay pissed
his 1st time to be
alone within the whole crowd
he'll do what he must
Copyright © Kristi Hayner | Year Posted 2010
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