To Make A Man Invincible
by Michael Doyle

You know that a moon full of madness
And a heart filled with sadness
Ain't never done any man no good
From that gun in your hand
It seems you just might understand
Your eyes say it is understood

Riding hard after midnight
I see your fear under the moonlight
Like you've the ghosts of your past
All the times that didn't last
Tell me now, what has you running
Is it that you're always outgunning

You; the fastest you can draw
Do you hear your fears call?
As your eyes are squinting in the sun?
How many men did you kill with that gun?
Do you hear their trembling voices
Or were they merely choices?

There's only one thing to truly regret
That to keep a simple secret
Out of three men, two men must be dead
That keeps stirring in the gunman's head
The silence of that which is invisible
Is the faith that makes a man feel invincible

(c) November 17, 2024   Michael Doyle
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