by Christy Lindsay

Created on: March 07, 2009

"There's No Redemption"

Honestly I try to sleep
But the images refuse to die
A desolate song, wrought of pain
By the innocent ones who never got to say goodbye

There's no redemption on a burning cross
Left on the fence, beaten and abused
No respect for the lives we've cost
There's no redemption on a burning cross

There she sits, broken and bruised
No victory for the wrongly accused
There they stand, each child follows suit
These southern trees still bear strange fruit

There's no redemption on a burning cross
Left on the fence, beaten and abused
No respect for the lives we've cost
There's no redemption on a burning cross

Out there, somewhere out West
A young man lies breathing his last breath
So much to wish for, nothing left to say
He just couldn't live his life their way

(instrumental)

There's a vision right before our eyes
Innocent victims of a frightened man's pride
Given no quarter and nobody knows
How many souls really hang on the gallow's pole

There's no redemption on a burning cross
Left on the fence, beaten and abused
No respect for the lives we've cost
There's no redemption on a burning cross

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