An outlaw dies br At the end of a rope, br Such a short drop br To the place of no hope- br The wrong any of us do br Can kill, more than just a few, br There's always some price to pay br For going astray- br Gunfighters go out br In a blaze of glory, br For us common folk though br It's a bit less flamboyant story- br We tend to fade away alone br Dying in despair, for the love of home, br Failing often to come together br In our restless search of forever- br In days of old br Perhaps we knew better where we stood, br But the reality is for humanity br There is not much seperating the bad from the good- br The good we want, br The bad we do; br The human story, br Sad but true- br Good or bad br The differences we have, br Won't count near as much br As the way we give love to those we touch- br From the gunslinger br All the way through every one we know, br We all understand where it is br That we deserve to go- br It's not the bad or the good br That seperates us in the end, br It's not even what we were br Or where we have been; br Rather it is by the love (or lack of) that we've shown br Determines how we will be forgotten - or forever known; br The real difference lies within the br Way -with love- we continue to try... br And Who -in return- we are loved by.