Hey there son what can I get for you

Looks like you’ve been through the ringer,

He said: that’s true

How about a whiskey, and tell me what’s on your mind,

Sir, I’m thankful you would even ask

But I’d rather leave it all behind

 

Come now boy, don’t cast your problems astray

Don’t dive into the bottle and throw your life away

You know I’ve seen you in here before

You don’t know all the life you have in store

But please, tell me all your troubles

It seems I’ll keep pouring you these doubles

 

Sir, you see the gun I carry

I’ve fired it before

This man broke the law, he killed another

I knew what I had him for

My actions, while justified

Their memory I abhor

 

So you were in the service

That anyone should admire;

Thanks, but my experiences

No one should desire

Please pour me another glass

From this world I would retire

 

Son you should not be ashamed

You did what was your duty

Fulfilled an oath most men can’t

And for that I thank you truly

But this weight you bear, cast it off

You judge yourself unduly

 

You fight away the problems

By jumping in a glass

But a life cannot be lived

While residing in the past

 

Yes, I agree, and that’s what I’ve been told.

But I can’t seem to bring myself

In from the cold.

I’ve watched days go by, and lost track of time.

But I still can’t get his face out of my mind.

Who am I to take a life that God himself granted?

What seed of twisted justice have I, myself, planted?

 

Your line of duty is not that of the average man.

You’ve been given a job not many can stand.

You ask if I could have done the same

And I certainly could not.

But hear me when I tell you, to the Lord he will be brought.

On that day, He will judge this man, the same He’ll do for you

And God will remember the crimes he committed, I assure its true