Into the horizon..

Riding alone, passing through town after town

only his horse and six shooter by his side

barely a friend in the world, he always wears a frown

only fearing the responsibilities of settling at the end of ride

Sitting down in the evenings by light of a fire

haunted by the screaming that he hears in his head

feeling so lonely, though there is one his heart desires

the weight of the world on his shoulders, echoing in the tears he has shed

So much burden he carries with him in his heart

so much pain he wishes he could be free of

when he sits down to think, he doesn't know where to start

the one he loves in his head, a smile so wide and skin so soft

As he reflects on his past and everything he has been through

the anger in him grows and it motivates him to continue moving

and there is one fact about him that is undoubtedly true

he fears no man and his heart of hearts needs no proving

In his heart of hearts he is a good man and many would agree

helping people with their problems at every turn 

a crying shoulder to all, no matter where he would be

then sitting down to ponder with a cigarette to burn

He see's that his job is done, and spends a night at a bar
the bitter taste lingering from his alcoholic poison
as he wakes before his journey that will take him afar
and the like those lonesome cowboys, he rides into the horizon