The Bandits Lament Poem by Tim Vallie

Father please forgive me, I know not what I've done,
It seems like every time I turn around I find I'm on the run,
I've killed so many people, ruined so many lives,
How is it that only the villain in this tale survives,
I can't remember shootin', I don't remember all I've done,
But I know I must've done it 'cause there are bloodstains on my gun,
And I can hear the marshals comin', I can hear their horses now,
I know they're gonna' get me but the question still is how,
I know this bandit's days are numbered, but still I have to run
Someday I'm gonna' meet my fate, the barrel of a gun