The Lonely Cowboy

The lone cowboy Ridding his faithful companion Had to leave his town behind Galloping to the west Leaving a trail of dust He is wanted for possession Never paid his bar tab He couldn't get the whiskey down fast enough His role in life is to be the lone wolf Only trusting his gun Don't get in his way He is not afraid to stand up for his pride He's done it before in a past life Can't see the light at the end of the trail The only light reflecting off the moon No room for growth You can tell by his weathered face, that hes had a tough life A face that shows no emotion He was stripped of them years ago He figures he'll make up for his sins in the next life Hes not afraid of death He has knocked in deaths door more than once, and ends up just leaving a note saying that he'll be back later He doesn't even know what hunger is anymore Steals scraps of flesh from the vultures But he'll always have that thirst for whiskey It being his only friend Goes from town to town raising hell and destruction Anger burns deep inside him Cant relate to the civilized folk Family means nothing Disowned him decades ago He has a calling for control To be in control Is to be out of control