There walks the man with the answers that everyone knew.
He looks upon the walkway, and the rusty entrance that grew.
He is an angry stranger, judged upon this town.
He walks with a hump, and walks without any sound.
Anyone who knew him, never came upon his way.
He has weapons, he is here to stay.
The hat he wears on his head is wrinkled from all the wear and tear.
The stories that he writes, he only wants to share.
Walk with him, not against him, and you will be okay.
If he finds that your a threat, your life you will have to pay.
He walks alone, that is what he likes to do.
Count your blessings that he never came after you.
If he invites you over, listen to what he has to say.
He will test your witts, but if you answer correctly, you will be okay.
Say one thing wrong and your head will be cut off, you will be in pain.
Thats a story i heard from someone, who got tested with their brain.
He carries a big bag with secrets from his past.
If you want to make it out alive, you will have to be fast.
Haunting stories of this man, the one that everyone is scared of.
He stood up tall against everyone, proven guilty, isn't that enough?
If your his best friend, you will hold his gun.
If your his newest enemy, I think you better run.
He takes pride in what he has, with little left in his bags.
He wears a hat, and walks with a cane, with nothing but some rags.
He saw with his two crooked eyes, a killing between woman and man.
Everyone judges him, so what makes it that you will understand?
He has a lot of time on his hands because he will be going nowhere.
He scratches his back and pushes back his rugged hair.
Time will only be his best friend, because he may someday want to live here.
I am only holding on to you, because he likes you, is what i fear.
Walk these streets with him, and guide him to the light.
gods hands will hold out to him, I am sure there won't be anymore fights.
He will have to lose this battle, tonight.
Otherwise he will be taking you right with him into a light.
Can i offer you another coffee, or choke in some reply.
It will have to happen sooner then later, because i know he never lies.
I'm waving you my signals of a fiercley honorable goodbye.
So sweetheart, laugh before you cry.
He will never let you go, is his reply.
I lost you to another sorrowful spy.
Wipe your eyes and never, ever cry.
He will look you up and down, and turn your world upside down.
He will walk you through the fire, and set laughter to the one vein that crosses in your body into the wire.
He's doubtful without your praise.
He's a man without a face.
He walk's the gentle mile
With a hat on his head, along side of him is his inner child.
He holds his cane, he's doubtful, he's insane.
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