Ransom of a Broken Conscience

“They say every man’s got a price. Guess mine was a little too cheap.”

I sold my peace for the sound of guns, Traded dawns for dying suns. Made my name where the lost men bleed, Ain’t no heaven for men like me.

I fed my faith to the desert sand, Watched it slip right through my hand. Now every prayer feels like deceit, And every truth tastes bittersweet.

I paid the ransom of a broken conscience, With the lies I chose to live. No holy man can clear this debt, No mercy left to give. Yeah, I paid the ransom of a broken conscience, And I still ride with what it is.

I saw my shadow kneel one night, Under fire instead of light. He said, “Boy, you ain’t lost the fight, You just learned what wrong feels right.”

Now the preacher talks of sin and grace, But I seen both with the same face. And if the Lord still takes returns, He’ll have to wait — I’ve got miles to burn.

“I don’t owe heaven my story. It already turned the page.”

I paid the ransom of a broken conscience, With the blood that truth demands. The cross I wear don’t mean salvation — Just the weight of my own hands. Yeah, I paid the ransom of a broken conscience, And I’ll pay it till I stand.

I paid the ransom of a broken conscience, And found no peace in gold. The road remembers what I’ve done, Even when I’m cold. Yeah, I paid the ransom of a broken conscience — And that’s the story told.

“Freedom’s cheap when your soul’s on sale.”

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