The Calling

On a long and dusty road

I remember getting the call

Some carry a horrible load

never expecting to fall

Like waters from the heavens,

it's showers washing down our lives

Leaving some to beg to be forgiven

and others lost in vice

Honor amongst men in such short supply

and fewer people to trust in the dead of night

A stranger lies next to you as you release a sigh

realizing its time for you to get back into the fight

Rage, rage, and rage some more

all that you're capable of

Kicking down those doors

and taking someone away from the ones they love

All the prices that people paid

just to come so far

Not knowing who they played

would leave them a nasty scar

The road to hell they were on

and they knew not what they'd done

Learning too late that they were wrong

it wasn't all just for fun

When darkest nights come for those undeserving souls

it was the call that freed them from their worst fear

On a dark and dusty road like one of the olds

riding into town delivering vengeance at the end of their year

They celebrated what had been done

with no regard for anyone

Not knowing that you'd ride in with the rising sun

and leave them in the dirt, the battle won

No pity, no remorse, and no fear to stop your hate

a gun in each hand, spewing revenge on them all

It comes for all men and today you're the deliverer of fate

as vengeance is delved out for all because of the call

On a lone and dusty road in the early morning hours

blood spatter on your brow and sweat streaking your face

You road in like vengeance and took all their powers

and left the world a safer, better place

Its a dark and lonely road for any man to suffer

but your not any man

With rage and anger to fuel you, you're the buffer

doing what had to be done was never your long-term plan

When fate called, you answered and did what had to be done

remembering when nobody would, you stood for everyone one

you answer the call, even if it's to save just one

and you'll keep answering until the battles are all won