The Pale Rider

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© frankyguitar
© Nick aka rootshell | Fran Ky aka frankyguitar
The Pale Rider

(Verse 1)

He rides alone through the desert's blaze,
On sweeping plains, where secrets haze,
His home is unknown, no place to claim,
A wandering soul who play the game.

(Chorus)

He writes an "x" for his name,
They call him Preacher , he is no fame,
Posters of the good, the bad, the ugly,
Haunted by memories, scars that can't flee.

(Verse 2)

In a world of shadows, he finds his way,
A silent wanderer, night and day,
His heart's aflame, seeking what's true,
Reckoning with those who made others blue.

(Chorus)

He writes an "x" for his name,
They call him Preacher , he is no fame,
Posters of the good, the bad, the ugly,
Haunted by memories, scars that can't flee.

(Verse 3)

Through dusty trails and starlit skies,
He battles demons with clear blue eyes,
A lone wolf, a renegade by choice,
Striving to find a soft voice.

(Verse 4)

On ancient trails, his sorrows dwell,
Stories untold, whispers to tell,
He won't be broken, won't be tamed,
In his veins, a wildfire named.

(Chorus)

He writes an "x" for his name,
They call him Preacher , he is no fame,
Posters of the good, the bad, the ugly,
Haunted by memories, scars that can't flee.

(Outro)

He rides alone, a legend untold,
On his journey revenge could unfold,
A soul marked by battles he fought,
another lonesome soul couldn’t him caught.