Bad & Good

An outlaw dies At the end of a rope, Such a short drop To the place of no hope- The wrong any of us do Can kill, more than just a few, There's always some price to pay For going astray- Gunfighters go out In a blaze of glory, For us common folk though It's a bit less flamboyant story- We tend to fade away alone Dying in despair, for the love of home, Failing often to come together In our restless search of forever- In days of old Perhaps we knew better where we stood, But the reality is for humanity There is not much seperating the bad from the good- The good we want, The bad we do; The human story, Sad but true- Good or bad The differences we have, Won't count near as much As the way we give love to those we touch- From the gunslinger All the way through every one we know, We all understand where it is That we deserve to go- It's not the bad or the good That seperates us in the end, It's not even what we were Or where we have been; Rather it is by the love (or lack of) that we've shown Determines how we will be forgotten - or forever known; The real difference lies within the Way -with love- we continue to try... And Who -in return- we are loved by.