Begging your pardon you are on the property of
the owner who is the last one to, utter a kind word,
if he catches you here or one of his hired guards,
they have no reason and will not hesitate, with gloved
hands to take you and toss you back where you belong.

Who am I? You ask, that is quite a task, to describe...

Well, I am a free spirit, who wanders these lands
to save unsuspecting lost souls from roving bands
of criminals and those who are n'er do wells,
whose souls are fueled by the darkness of their acts
and their wanton disregard of any peaceful facts.

Me, oh I am the owner.  Now be about your business
                                         and go on your way, as long
                                         as, you have a place to stay.
                                         If you have enough to eat,
                                         and dry clothes and have a
                                         pillow for your head, in a
                                         shelter out of the wind, the
                                         rain, and other peoples disdain.
Until then please stay I wouldn't have it any other way.
Just mind the fences put in your path, each and every day,
those challenges will try to own you, trap you, crush you,
with out love, black pools of tears at your feet, I am here
                to tell you I am so glad we did meet,
                   now rest I will take my leave,
                  all that is mine, yours to receive.
                          Please, call me friend.