I hear they're calling me a hero, but in truth I know I aint just a man left to stand all alone on my own at hell's front gate I hear they're calling me courageous because I stood where others fell got called out by an outlaw and took him down to hell I hear they're calling me old news and in truth, I guess I am And I hear `em say I'm damned to hell never see the Promised Land The hero's become the killer and they want the killer dead and now I hear this "hero" has a high price on his head. I hear they're calling it a trial, but in truth I know it aint just one man left to stand all alone on my own to face my fate And I hear they say I'm gonna die I'll get no second chance someone has to pay this time and I'm the victim of circumstance
Reason for writing:
A little different, especially coming from the pen of a woman,
but I thrive on challenges,...and this whole thing started
after I saw some western movie I can't even recall!
Birth sign: Not entered
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