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.