JenSunBeam

"You mean you ain't never heard of the Gunslinger?" The bar was almost dead at this time of night, and the question seemed to echo around the room - emphasising the sudden silence, rather than masking it. "No, boy, I ain't." Only a handful of stragglers remained, the dregs of the evening clearing the dregs of their whiskeys. The lights shone dimly, and everything moved lethargically in the warm Texas night. "Well I'll be. I thought everyone 'round here knew the story of the 'slinger'," said one of the stragglers – a tall, skinny man wearing a pale cowboy hat. A battered guitar rested on his knee. "I'm new in town." They sat at the

Battered, bruised, exhausted Just one more time, they say Rips, cuts and bruises Then rest before another day Torn muscles and aching bones blood, sweat even tears no room for weaknesses no time for pain or fears flyways, giants that just cant be got waiting for fractures to mend work, work and more work it'll be worth it all in the end Training hard morning and night no complaints are voiced aloud its worth it to be able to put on the glitter and dazzle the adoring crowd