In the dusty town of Creek's Heart,
Two lives crossed, a tale to start.
The sheriff stood, badge gleaming bright,
The outlaw bound, a thief in the night.
"Justice," said the lawman's creed,
"Freedom," claimed the outlaw's need.
Two men divided by the choices they made,
Yet bound by the life the frontier laid.
Justice and Freedom, walking the line,
Through the chaos of the West, their fates intertwine.
A storm of bullets, a battle to defend,
Two men chasing redemption in the end.
On the edge of the storm, they stood as one,
Through the clash of night and the rising sun.
The storm rolled in, the riders came,
A gang of shadows, with guns and flame.
The sheriff knew the odds weren't fair,
The outlaw offered his deadly flair.
"Let me fight," the outlaw said,
"I won't leave this town for dead."
Reluctant trust, the cell swung wide,
Together they fought, side by side.
Justice and Freedom, walking the line,
Through the chaos of the West, their fates intertwine.
A storm of bullets, a battle to defend,
Two men chasing redemption in the end.
On the edge of the storm, they stood as one,
Through the clash of night and the rising sun.
Through the smoke and fire, their stories merged,
As the gang retreated and the town emerged.
The sheriff saw more than the crime and sin,
In the outlaw's heart, a kind man within.
As dawn broke through the rain-soaked air,
The outlaw stood, his conscience bare.
"Maybe it's time to face the past,
To stop running from the shadows cast."
The lawman nodded, his gaze now soft,
Both men changed where the storm had crossed.
In a cell or free, the road would show,
That redemption's seed began to grow.
Justice and Freedom, walking the line,
Through the chaos of the West, their fates intertwine.
A storm of bullets, a battle to defend,
Two men chasing redemption in the end.
On the edge of the storm, they stood as one,
Through the clash of night and the rising sun.
So tell this tale where the West winds call,
Of justice, freedom, and redemption's thrall.
For in the desert's heart, a truth was found,
The law and the free share common ground.
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In the dusty town of Creek's Heart,
Two lives crossed, a tale to start.
The sheriff stood, badge gleaming bright,
The outlaw bound, a thief in the night.
"Justice," said the lawman's creed,
"Freedom," claimed the outlaw's need.
Two men divided by the choices they made,
Yet bound by the life the frontier laid.
Justice and Freedom, walking the line,
Through the chaos of the West, their fates intertwine.
A storm of bullets, a battle to defend,
Two men chasing redemption in the end.
On the edge of the storm, they stood as one,
Through the clash of night and the rising sun.
The storm rolled in, the riders came,
A gang of shadows, with guns and flame.
The sheriff knew the odds weren't fair,
The outlaw offered his deadly flair.
"Let me fight," the outlaw said,
"I won't leave this town for dead."
Reluctant trust, the cell swung wide,
Together they fought, side by side.
Justice and Freedom, walking the line,
Through the chaos of the West, their fates intertwine.
A storm of bullets, a battle to defend,
Two men chasing redemption in the end.
On the edge of the storm, they stood as one,
Through the clash of night and the rising sun.
Through the smoke and fire, their stories merged,
As the gang retreated and the town emerged.
The sheriff saw more than the crime and sin,
In the outlaw's heart, a kind man within.
As dawn broke through the rain-soaked air,
The outlaw stood, his conscience bare.
"Maybe it's time to face the past,
To stop running from the shadows cast."
The lawman nodded, his gaze now soft,
Both men changed where the storm had crossed.
In a cell or free, the road would show,
That redemption's seed began to grow.
Justice and Freedom, walking the line,
Through the chaos of the West, their fates intertwine.
A storm of bullets, a battle to defend,
Two men chasing redemption in the end.
On the edge of the storm, they stood as one,
Through the clash of night and the rising sun.
So tell this tale where the West winds call,
Of justice, freedom, and redemption's thrall.
For in the desert's heart, a truth was found,
The law and the free share common ground.
Two lives crossed, a tale to start.
The sheriff stood, badge gleaming bright,
The outlaw bound, a thief in the night.
"Justice," said the lawman's creed,
"Freedom," claimed the outlaw's need.
Two men divided by the choices they made,
Yet bound by the life the frontier laid.
Justice and Freedom, walking the line,
Through the chaos of the West, their fates intertwine.
A storm of bullets, a battle to defend,
Two men chasing redemption in the end.
On the edge of the storm, they stood as one,
Through the clash of night and the rising sun.
The storm rolled in, the riders came,
A gang of shadows, with guns and flame.
The sheriff knew the odds weren't fair,
The outlaw offered his deadly flair.
"Let me fight," the outlaw said,
"I won't leave this town for dead."
Reluctant trust, the cell swung wide,
Together they fought, side by side.
Justice and Freedom, walking the line,
Through the chaos of the West, their fates intertwine.
A storm of bullets, a battle to defend,
Two men chasing redemption in the end.
On the edge of the storm, they stood as one,
Through the clash of night and the rising sun.
Through the smoke and fire, their stories merged,
As the gang retreated and the town emerged.
The sheriff saw more than the crime and sin,
In the outlaw's heart, a kind man within.
As dawn broke through the rain-soaked air,
The outlaw stood, his conscience bare.
"Maybe it's time to face the past,
To stop running from the shadows cast."
The lawman nodded, his gaze now soft,
Both men changed where the storm had crossed.
In a cell or free, the road would show,
That redemption's seed began to grow.
Justice and Freedom, walking the line,
Through the chaos of the West, their fates intertwine.
A storm of bullets, a battle to defend,
Two men chasing redemption in the end.
On the edge of the storm, they stood as one,
Through the clash of night and the rising sun.
So tell this tale where the West winds call,
Of justice, freedom, and redemption's thrall.
For in the desert's heart, a truth was found,
The law and the free share common ground.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC