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sitting under a awning of a old building 
on a back street where you can't be seen
watching it rain 
I pass the bottle to the old man and ask 
have you ever seen the western sky as the sun 
goes down turning it's yellows red and oranges 
to grey?
or sat along the rivers edge watching the day's 
last light reflecting off the water as if it were a 
mirror ?
It’s almost enough to make a sinner believe
that maybe just maybe ?

passing the bottle back he light's a cigarette 
and hands one to me 
an he ask's 
do you know a life of loneliness 
one filled with pain
living a life with nothing to gain. 
surrounded by darkness
overwhelmed with shame
a life without peace 
with no one to blame?
it's enough to make you think 
there's no maybe's 
hell is a sure thing 
its a place filled with sorrow with no 
end in sight

son if you can still dream of those 
western skies or the rivers edge 
your in the wrong place and i'd be heading 
west

morning came and i faced the eastern sun
smoking our last cigarette the whiskey gone 
hey old man did you mean what you said last 
night ? 
I might of been drinking boy but that wasn't the 
whiskey talking 
standing there thinking of all the places i'd been 
Hey old man i'm out of here 1 
where you going boy ?
WEST!
that was the first time I'd seen that old man smile

~ D Donner ~