"If you're always running, you ain't no kind of man
Face up your fears kid, fight for what you take stock in
Out here on rolling hills, there ain't no alibis
Only sweat and dirt, only that open sky
If you take nothing more than these simple words
With your head held high kid, you will have your day
You can leave hardened, I won't think twice of it
If you got a battle back home, you got no reason to stay"

Out there on rolling hills, he thought of days back home
All the pain and hurt, his mother praying alone
Sleep never came for him, no rest for wicked men
In those starless skies, the moon shined shame on him
He found redemption in pale saints that took him in
His grey eyes, hopefulness, that only youth can feel before life sours them

"Where you from, where you been?" the boy would ask
He could never answer, it was the truth he lacked
"I'm from nowhere kid, I've been to hell and back
I'm a loner kid, I got no grace and no tact"

He had nothing more than those simple words
He was a runner and a coward always losing his way
Still no sleep for him, "I ain't no wicked man"
There would be no night like this for him ever again
He would change his fate, he would mend the breaks
He left that night with parting words to lead his way
"Don't you be like me
Don't you be like me
Don't you be like me"
And that moonlit sky shined praise down on him