SHADOW RIDERS

Men crumble,  their sins they can  
Not hide, they run,

From the expressions on their faces,
Aging lines that haunt.

One of them runs, the other chases, 
They both run together,

One tries to hide his guilt and pain, 
The other Chases to forget.

Shadow riders, at different times, they are the

Riders, the other prey,

They are from a time of civil unrest, they kill and

Then die in a place for them.

It takes its toll, the hunt, and the run, tears from
Men dry up in the sun,

nothing more to be said, two dying men soon
Would be dead, Blood is on their hands.