...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