False Justice Rides

Upon the horses stride

Galloping upon the path Justice Rides

A fallen friend a word they hear

Not leaving the pack like wolves on the hunt

They conform and ride into the night

Uncertainty as the Horse Strides asking is it right

Questioning the justice they seek

Saying it is right in disgust they reek

The chase now begins seeking he who has done wrong

From their mist he is gone He who was Wronged

Through Chilling Wind and driving snow

They ride through rides through wind and snow

They stride on continuily looking for their foe.

Upon the one they sought

Trice to be hung with out trial they no longer Wait

He who claims innocent, yet no one listenes, but with Hate

He who was innocent is hung and no more

Justice rides with he who was wronged

Yet he who had fallen is far from gone

A promise made upon the wrong

That justice's Fate they shall feel

Yet Guilt cuts away on that which cannot be healed.