The Highwayman

A half bottle of whiskey sits on the table The wandering stranger sits on the floor A dreamer by fault, his passageway's the highway Hate, greed, envy, sadness, he's felt it all His breath smells of drink but his heart is pure He looks around, his eyes tunnels of emotion For his unforgettable sadness there's no escape To fall back down is death's promotion His thoughts, memories, they're his only baggage He's accepted fate, there is no cure He curses wisdom and embraces ignorance He's seen his end, that he knows for sure Pain is normally the way to go, but not now This time he has to choose to give up or run He grips his gun handle, his jaw clenched tight To fight and face up to the fear of the gun He's a highwayman, just and true A life of strife, a man on wits end He cries out in in distress at lifes cruel ways As he turns round his lifes next bend Unblinking, he surveys his last sunset The rays washing over him, almost soothing A single tear runs down his course, scarred cheek He gave out his love and it's ended with his killing He steps out of the creaky doors, bright sunlight Puts his guns down on the floor, Death, no fight