The Outlaw

* создано с использованием ИИ

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I’ve held a gun to a teller’s head
I’ve cut the rope and left men dead
I’ve stolen horses, burned the hay
And never once looked back to pray

Then I saw her by the river bend
A dress of white, a world to mend
She looked at me like I was dust
And something in my chest began to rust

I brought her flowers from the stolen ground
I spoke her name without a sound
She smiled but never said my name
I thought it was the start of something to remain

She was an angel, I was the stain
I washed my hands but they stayed the same
I thought her silence was a yes
But I built my dream on emptiness

I rode to town to rob the bank
My pockets full of rust and rank
I left her waiting, so I thought
With every stolen dollar bought

I came back singing, saddle sore
A ring I’d stolen from a drawer
Her cabin door was closed and locked
Two horses in the yard are flocked

I heard the laughter from the trees
A voice that didn’t belong to me
I saw him young, I saw her shine
And the world fell from my hands like time

She was an angel, I was the stain
I washed my hands but they stayed the same
I thought her silence was a yes
But I built my dream on emptiness

I pulled my horse into the wood
I raised my rifle — understood
And I could end him with a breath
Her after him, I could not miss

But her hand in his, her head on his chest
Was the only peace she’d ever possessed
And who was I to take that light?
I who had only brought the night

She was an angel, I was the rain
The kind that washes out the plain
I thought her silence was a door
But I was just the storm before

I lowered the steel, I turned the reins
I rode away through the dusty plains
No shot was fired, no word was said
Just a ghost of a man who should have been dead

…the angel and the outlaw.