My Cross Don’t Point to Heaven

I carved my name in the dust of midnight, Left my sins out on the tracks. Preacher said I’d lose my soul — But hell couldn’t take it back.

I don’t chase no holy promise, I don’t beg for any sign.

My cross don’t point to heaven, It leans where the shadows kneel. I’m the man the night remembers — Built of bone, fire, and steel. If the saints don’t wanna claim me, Tell ‘em I ain’t hard to find. My cross don’t point to heaven — But it stands, and it’s still mine.

I’ve bled through storms that break good men, Walked roads that never end. If God is watchin’ from the rafters, He knows I never learned to bend.

And if judgment comes tomorrow, It can look me in the eyes.

My cross don’t point to heaven, It’s carved from every scar I keep. I stand tall where the damned keep walkin’, Where the righteous fear to speak. If the angels ever see me, Let ‘em know I paid in time. My cross don’t point to heaven — But that cross is still mine.

Ohh… I ain’t holy, never needed… Ohh… Every prayer I made was bleeding…

My cross don’t point to heaven — But I walk my own straight line.

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