THE POETRY OF AN OUTLAW

Free

I was born into this world chained by circumstance

Born into a way of life not of my choosing

Imprisoned within a body where I was shackled by life

Couldn’t break free, no matter how hard I tried.

Now tainted by a mind which is ripped apart

 A heart which cries to be free

Am an outlaw or a man who will not kneel down

Am I a monster who will not comply?

How can a man be free?

 How can a man live his own life

I breathe and I live day to day

Yet I question and I doubt

I see life through a mask of un-trust

Looking at everyone with question

Do they love me or love who I am

What am I?

What kind of a man have I become?

 I love yet I am afraid to love

I give yet I am wary to give

I trust when I know I should not

 A man from a long lost era

 A man who lives life by his heart

 I am a dinosaur, lost an age of no romance

Lost in an age of self-importance

When will someone love like I dream?

When will my prayers be answered?

In my past I was a man of the glens

Wind in my hair and freedom in my blood

I made my own rules

I set my own goals

Now it is my curse

Why did I never realise when I was younger?

When will I be free?

When my body is laid to rest

Only then will my soul be free

Only then will I know true peace

My only hope is my sons are spared this legacy

Let them be their own men

Let them live the way they want

I am their father, yet I cannot be their example

It is a pain they should not suffer

A way of life that was mine …not theirs.

Lord, give me the strength to free them from this bondage

Let them be free

Let them live good

Let them live long and happy

Let them never know the burdens I have carried

 I love them with all my heart

Let my suppression, be their freedom

Live my sons live and be free…

Do not remember me

Just remember the way I lived.