boy is waiting at the crossroads
at high noon
his fingers are itchin cause they know
they'll be shootin soon
man appears just as the sun is in the sky
he says:
now boy don't you let me see the twinkle
of fear in your eye
both men turn and then
they start to take their paces
but not before each getting a good look
at each other's faces
the boy's hands and trembling because
he is shaken
he moves em into position and prays:
don't let me be forsaken
he turns and lets the bullet fly
straight and true down the sights
it catches him in the side
and he feels the bite
man is lying down choking
on dust and blood
dying on the ground
just like a coward should
the boy says nothing
cause he has nothing to say
he just spits;
drops his mother's ring in the dirt
then turns and walks away