I wish I was born with you during the Wild West
I would have stood up for you
With my Guns Drawn
Would not have let anyone Hurt You
They would have had my Bullets to reckon with
You would have walked the Town with your Head held high
Knowing that a Noble and Courageous man
Watches out for You.
And you know
That I would have taken any bullet meant for you
Proudly on my chest
Warm blood oozing slowly
With my head cradled in your Soft arms
A gunfighter's ultimate wish
To die in his Lover's arms.
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