Flashback~
The Sara Rose, a queen on the sea,
In that year of Eighteen and fifty-three.
And a story that turned to love, finding me.
We boarded our ship in that year,
To a new world of promise and hope
Without fear.
The Captain with his mighty roar, and
Fearless crews.
Kept us on course on the painted seas of cloudy grays and subtle Blues.
Our thoughts did inspire. Our touch, I will always admire. And our passion gave us a constant desire.
Our friendships were endless. Our deeds were fearless, and our love became "Timeless".
The ships bell that rang into the nights air,
And the call from the crows-nest of icebergs
To beware.
The fearless little mouse that roamed the boarded decks at night.
And at times, caused a stir and some a fright.
And scurried to it's home in the wall, when the night gave way and began its call.
From so far away and now so long ago,
Like time we must all let go.
As our memories etched deep within our soul.
The wedding rings we wore are now in a bottle in the sea.
And to eternity will always sail and be free.
Timeless seas that give into restless tides.
And endless horizons where the sun sets,
And hides.
And time, will soon out live us all,
But the smells and sounds of the sea will always call.
And the whispers of the weeping violin will continually echo down its beck and call.
The blushing moon sent down its light in beams. And the love I found, that lives in my dreams.
~Present~
They are hanging me tonight, why? You might ask, my deeds in this life were not always right. And they're hanging me tonight.
We come into this world with all hope and glory. Now the hanging tree awaits the end of this story.
The sinful deeds of my past I must confess.
As I lay here in the dark and my soul cannot rest.
The law would look back and say my
Actions were not on course.
But now the weeping hanging tree waits without remorse.
They are hanging me tonight, for I shot the one I thought I loved.
My mind cannot erase that day's event. My soul is lost in deep repent.
And the weeping willow tree haunts my mind.
That hanging tree, tonight I soon will find.
~Flashback~
I rode the dust trails of Mexico all day.
With a deep thirst, and a town I found on the way.
The cursed town of Alveta, so some say.
Even their dead fear and never pray.
The growl of a stray dog, the squeal of the Cantina door. The Mexican cowboys drink,
And some sleep on the floor. Whiskey flows free, as they call for more.
There I was silenced by my Mexican Maiden,
Who was at more then just at play.
She was the one I thought I loved and now we cannot turn back this day.
Her new lover, they say, drank whiskey most of the day.
In a rage, I called out his name. And insult for a gunslinger of his fame.
As the one I thought I loved slides off his knee. And now seven notches on a gun barrel is starting back at me.
I have a gun barrel planted deep in my chest,
As I back out the cantinas door. The deep scar on his face I see once more.
And the bottle he drank from falls to the floor.
And now, the one I loved smiles no more.
Once the streets laid of drifting sand. I back and turn, while I still can.
I have the sun on my back as the unforgiving heat adds a curse to this barren land.
I will fight for the one I have loved, now I take my stand.
A dead silence come from this cursed town,
The streets are bare and no one is found.
And the one I thought I loved holds his hand.
Even the stray dog with his growl hides under the steps of a silenced town.
I calm my heart for this is my last breath.
Is the one I thought I loved worth my death?
The burning sun at my back reflects off my
Gun I wear at my hip.
His eyes squint as he bites down on his cigar on his lips.
Now the gunslinger with the sun in his eyes
Sees his mistake. We are left to time and
Sealed to our fate.
His slight of hand motions for a draw. My
Speed is matched by what I saw.
My bullet is fast and in line. I fire and fire, for its him my bullet must find.
And now, the one I loved just stopped time.
A bullet found her heart, as she jumped in front to save the one she loved. As another bullet enters him slightly above. They both fall to the street laid of drifting sand,
Caught in time, dead, now not loved~
~Present~
We come into this world with all hope and glory. Now the hanging tree awaits the end of this story.
Come the dawn, the cursed town will bury
The one I loved. The weeping hanging
Tree will bask once more in the morning sun.
🚢They're Hanging me tonight🚢
~K.C
