The Outlaw

I am not a mountain
Made from sold stone
High above the white clouds
Making heaven home

I am a snowman
Waiting on the sun
To burn right through this fragile frame
And send me on again

I am not the ocean
Where wind and waves collide
Keeping a home from
The beginning of time

I am a shipwreck
Blown by the wind
Lost and forgotten
By a world standing still

I am not a good man
No heart of gold within
Proud of where he came from
No stains upon his skin

I am an outlaw
Running from my sins
Ashamed of what I've done wrong
Wish I could live m life again
I am an outlaw
Running from my sins
Ashamed of what I've done wrong
Wish I could live m life again



Credits
Writer(s): A Red Arrow
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