...the day that justice cried
was the day she opened her eyes

the day she opened her eyes
was the day she saw the truth

justice was never blind
blindfolded but never blind

justice was never deaf
she listened to the truth

little did she know
the voices lied

injustice was by her side
the day that justice cried
was the day justice died.
 
epilogue
...and the day that justice died
was the day her sons took arms
for vengeance.

i'm dying
dying since the day i was born
it's only a matter of time

i'm about to lose everything
everything i never had

and what am i supposed to do
what meaning should i make
of this short stay

because waiting for that day
is a waste of time

although it seems like that
i've wasted 29 years

searching for a meaning
waiting for a meaning

i wouldn't say bleak. not ecstatic either. neither would i admit melancholy. it is more of non-eager expectation for the coming days.

a lion lying in wait for the next prey.
a prophet waiting for prophecy to be fulfilled.
waiting for the bell to ring.

it may seem like wasting time. on the other hand, patience is a virtue.

if you only knew who i am ten years from now
maybe i would be treated differently

but we do not base our decisions on if's.

i would have been a general
were it not for the bad reputation
that goes along with it

generals used to be honorable
waging wars in defense of the homeland

without outside conflict
they are left to war among themselves
like savages for a piece of honor
known as position

after all
great generals of history
are known for their battles
not for the lack of it

where there are no wars...
they create one

in this present battle i face

i stand alone
to die alone

no one to trust
no one to tell

a battle i can't avoid
a battle with myself.