Out of the concrete a rose bud sprung,
like a bullet of justice birthed by a gun,
From cracks in the pavement where shadows exist
to a world like a riot it looked like a kiss
in a time of despair a lone voice sang out
to where angels wont dare a gunslinger rode out
not for money but justice, never giving a name
t'save freedom of speech his mouth he took aim,
on a foundation of courage  his heart was built true
he was outnumbered as he always knew
flesh against blood he could not win
but in a battle of spirit injustice gives in
so our hero fell and no X marks the spot
yet the mind of the witness never forgot
a few times the world circled the sun
then it came
like a fire, an uprising, for the man with no name,
the battle won easy
and speech was set free
when the people unite the tyrant will flee
the gunslingers name? you cannot find
these events lay ahead so dont look behind
his fate he saw, you ask how he knew?
coz he read these words... could our hero be you?