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Injustice, a song written by Renee Maurice in 2005 which was a finalist in Song of the Year shortly afterwards. re-recorded by Renee Maurice 22 March 2011.

Renee Maurice Lyrics
Renee Maurice Melody
Renee Maurice Guitar
Renee Maurice Vocals

Hi folks, another song of mine that I wrote when I was 14, but I have just newly recorded it.

The song is about capital punishment to young people in 19th century England.
It's one of the rare ones that I wrote and play on guitar, so please forgive my dreadful playing! ;-/
He rises with the dawn
And doesn't care to mourn
He stands and greets the day
With nothing left to say

He roams the grounds alone
The last left probit known
A stranger to the sight
He's seen most every night

He takes his final stride
And holds his head with pride
The vicar says a prayer
But no one seems to care

His wicked soul cries out
But no-one hears him shout
They're all too blind to see
The blessedness in he

They strip him good and clear
Then weak, resort to fear
The ruthless guards will jeer
The last he'll ever hear

The money that was spent
Is wasted every cent
The meal he will refrain
It goes whirling down the drain
The hunger's all the same
Keeps turning him insane

He takes his final stride
And holds his head with pride
The vicar says a prayer
But no one seems to care

His wicked soul cries out
But no-one hears him shout
They're all too blind to see
The blessedness in he



The rope that took them all
Swings mocking high and tall
The gallant cry rings through
The heart he never knew

Now proud and straight he stands
With calm they tie his hands
The bright imborstaled foe
Goes plunging t'ward the snow

He takes his final stride
And holds his head with pride
The vicar says a prayer
But no one seems to care

His wicked soul cries out
But no-one hears him shout
They're all too blind to see
The blessedness in he

He took his final stride
And held his head with pride
The vicar said a prayer
But no one seemed to care

His wicked soul cried out
but no-one heard him shout
They fail to see it still
He knows they always will x
Song Comments

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A lovely song and thought provoking ballad , very sweet vocals will capture your attention for sure, Renee builds the dynamics carefully as she works through the song.


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