When the black storm comes down from the mountain
like the sharp edge of a steel blade
all alone on my horse in the red desert
I'll face the cold wind unafraid
life is a war and I can take it
love is a battle I can win
and if this time I don't make it
I'll get back up, begin again
when the rain hits like a hammer
I'll be the nail on the road
time will not break me or damn me
I pay the debt I have owed
Unafraid
yes, unafraid
young and strong and bold and brave
no one can tell me to give up
I'll be a man unafraid
there was a woman
she thought she tamed me
but I escaped
with soul intact
there was a place
I thought had saved me
but I got out
never go back
When the black storm comes down from the mountain
like the sharp edge of a steel blade
all alone on my horse in the red desert
I'll face the cold wind unafraid
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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