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Jun 2014
We looked down into the canyon.
Our tired eyes strained.
The dying Sun.
Searching for that hidden trail.
Running from those smoking guns.
Those men with money on their minds,
who have no place for guilt, nor fear.
As we looked into the canyon,
I thought I saw her shed a tear.

Three long days spent running.....
just these old rags upon backs.
At night I'd watch you sleeping.
Sweep the ground to hide our tracks.
The morning light would bring relief,
cause you'd be by my side.
Thinkin..... someday if we make it,
thinkin you might be my bride.

But alas, our fate was always written, there among the stars,
I should have left you safe at home,
in your fathers arms.
I should have hit the road alone,
before they got a scent.
But it was you that always said
"Our Love is Heaven sent".

That Shot Rang Out...........
that pierced your heart.
Rang through the crimson skies.
So with this final bullet,
I shall also say goodbye.
Ill see you soon in Heaven dear,
from where our love was born.
Ill see you on the otherside..............
upon those golden shores.

See you on the otherside,
so we're never alone.
.
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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