The Silent Justice

The Silent Justice


Stand, a man on the cliff alone with himself and the dark world in his heart.
There is no solid wall in between him and the underworld, a world he may find justice.
Looking back to where he starts and feel the end where he is now.
Fighting for justice of an old man: beloved one.
Many have given up, but not him.
One step forward, everything in his life will drown and end without meaning.
One step backward, every little hope in his hands will slowly grow.
He closes his eye and feels the cold world; he closes his mind to feel the emptiness of justice.
Is this the world he chose to live in?
Is this the justice he once believes in?
Many walk in the dark street in search of justice, while few walk in the light wondering where the justice is.
He covers his ear to listen to himself for once; he covers his mouth to speak to himself for once.
365 days, 48 weeks, he fight for justice that not his own!
365 days, 48 weeks, he sweats for justice that not his own!
365 days, 48 weeks, he never stops fighting!
Hold another hand, no longer alone, he feels strong.
Hold another hand, his hope radiant, he feels alive.
He ends his hopeless, under the bed of the ocean.
He starts his hope again, beneath the clear blue sky.