From the Edge
The gun is steel, my finger feels
The pulsating trigger
And words I hear, with different meaning I fear
“Stand still, friend, and deliver.”
My mouth is wide, the barrel inside
The hammer now a c`ocking…
But a promise made is a debt unpaid
T’will keep the gun from knocking
The moments fly, live or die
The question now remaining
Each throb of heart, gives me a start
That life might have new meaning
The grave looks good with its long dark sleep
But I, I have promises I must keep
Pendragon