Justice

©1991 Michael D. Renneker

 

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Justice, justice done and justice received

Justice, justice done

Justice, justice done and justice received

Justice, justice done

 

She walks alone

Down a dimly lit and dangerous street

But she does not make it home

He slips through the system

But he won’t escape no judgment day

Way up high upon the summit

 

Sometimes our faith is all we’ve got

Sometimes we just have to believe that there is

 

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Word has come down

That the numbers just do not add up

And the bottom’s falling out

There is no solace

For them standing by the wayside

And for the men who sold their souls

 

Sometimes our faith is all we’ve got

Sometimes we just have to believe that there is

 

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