Last Man Standing

There's an old saying that reads like this,
"and then there was one"
when you're all that' left there'a always a twist,
a lone warrior, who respects all and fears none,

You can fight for what you believe in,
a cause that you believe is great,
a cause for happiness, a reason to grin,
one can assume happiness is worth the wait,

Now it's his turn to stand alone,
like a cowboy with his six gun, walking in the wind,
he fights's to win, to regain his throne,
to put down his critics and all those fiends,

Feeling like a stranger in a strange land, battling silently,
this game of life has a tendency to twist,
to go out in a blaze of glory, he waits patiently,
shooting first and questioning later, with the flick of the wrist,

the last outlaw, with a chip on his shoulder,
the last man standing will finally decent,
a true old school soldier,
one day, his sins, he will repent

haunted by his past, his heart in a cast,
he walks alone, he bears no branding,
in his mind, nice guys finish last,
and that's why he is, the last man standing