<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519840" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bad & Good</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An outlaw dies<br>At the end of a rope, <br>Such a short drop<br>To the place of no hope-<br>The wrong any of us do<br>Can kill, more than just a few, <br>There's always some price to pay<br>For going astray-<br>Gunfighters go out <br>In a blaze of glory, <br>For us common folk though<br>It's a bit less flamboyant story-<br>We tend to fade away alone<br>Dying in despair, for the love of home, <br>Failing often to come together<br>In our restless search of forever-<br>In days of old<br>Perhaps we knew better where we stood, <br>But the reality is for humanity<br>There is not much seperating the bad from the good-<br>The good we want, <br>The bad we do; <br>The human story, <br>Sad but true-<br>Good or bad<br>The differences we have, <br>Won't count near as much<br>As the way we give love to those we touch-<br>From the gunslinger<br>All the way through every one we know, <br>We all understand where it is<br>That we deserve to go-<br>It's not the bad or the good<br>That seperates us in the end, <br>It's not even what we were<br>Or where we have been; <br>Rather it is by the love (or lack of) that we've shown<br>Determines how we will be forgotten - or forever known; <br>The real difference lies within the <br>Way -with love- we continue to try...<br>And Who -in return- we are loved by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Smoky+Hoss">Smoky Hoss</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519840" data-title="Bad & Good de Smoky Hoss" data-description="An outlaw dies At the end of a rope, Such a short drop To the place of no hope- The wrong any of us do Can kill, more than just a few, There's always some price to pay For going astray- Gunfighters go out In a blaze of glory, For us common fol..."></div> </div> </div>

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