Justice fell, as it should, ceding to the cry for restitution, defeat drives deep through my hands and feet. and justice fell with a crashing blow to collect on the debt I owe, where the three streams meet beneath my feet.
But my arrival is all tied up, my arrival is all tied up, and every ribbon is a welcome sight, and a ring around the wrong made right.
Justice fell but could not find purchase to lay blame and bind, nor claim my wage from a better Man’s day. justice fell but could not stay; arriving just a few moments late. hope gives rise with the promise of paradise.
