The White Masked Savior part 3

by Steven   May 6, 2010


They were close to one another
without knowing the truth
the boy walk's by her so quick
she didn't see him at all

they both hid a secret so deep
it wasn't even fair
to put it as a subject of love
this was their heavy life they burden

to let go without strings attach
or to forget without making a effort
the white masked savior knew well
about his crusade he been doing

appearing before those
who treat their girlfriend bad
or beating their love one for entertainment
this was his quest to save them

the white colors was his calling card
people feared him when they saw him
thugs knew about his symbol
this was his way of saving love

each night from roof to roof
skipping and scouting for danger
but with a single picture
of a girl who knew everything

to bad people say
the masked man had a future
but threw it away
once he left everything behind

this was his calling
when he found his mask
and meaning
from her last gift

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