The Highwayman, a dreamer of broken roads and lost time <br />A yesterday drifter that follows the wind <br />Wherever it may chime <br />Upon horseback, our rebel divides the night <br />Washing away your fear, the daylight <br />Never to sense defeat, The Highwayman is always awake <br />A man of the night some may say <br />Often bathing in the nearby lake <br />His tangled hair rests on his shoulders <br />The Highwayman against the world <br />He is his own soldier <br />The Highwayman leads an endless life <br />Youthful from those who have befallen to his knife <br />A loner with his own time and day <br />Two things he does, makes the pain wash away <br />Worn, battered, and beaten; The Highwayman is not down <br />And when this one is replaced, he will still be around <br />Drifting into the sky; floating across the sea <br />Small steps up the Black Mountainside <br />Is how The Highwayman built his legacy <br />You cannot see him, but he can very well see you <br />With pistol and swords at his sides <br />The kind of outlaw that was abused <br />I was The Highwayman, many years ago <br />And in the time that was lost and found <br />Few weaknesses I did show <br />But my soul grew old, so I passed on the torch <br />To a young man like I once was <br />And then his time came and again and again <br />The job was pushed ahead <br />But no lives were lost in our crusade <br />The Highwayman cannot trust you <br />And you cannot trust him <br />He only want to be on the side that wins <br />But know The Highwayman can always carry on <br />He will breathe his own free air <br />And travel the road he belongs<br /><br />Robbie Squires<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-highwayman-3/
