SOME KIND OF MAN

Running from or always chasing, that is this kind of man,

Looking over his shoulder is a way of life, trusting no one.

He carries a gun, on the wrong side of the law, this chosen life,

His morals are close to none, a killer for a price, anyone.

Some regret comes from his eyes as he won’t turn back now,

What can turn a soul black, a heart of stone with no compassion?

Some kind of man who will take away a life without thought,

Cold eyes, somewhere in life he became very lost.

Keith Garrett