Walker(Reassigned And Reapplied)

Sometimes we want the Walker Sometimes we need the Walker To reach in with hands clad black Dealing justice at every corner But there are times when we can't have him Then we have to fall on our own And take responsibility for wrongs Because intervention is never cheap We mortal men can rarely pay That debt of supernatural accord So let the Walker walk on his way Learn to call on the divine In those times when silver pistols And black boots are of no use