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The Broken Sword of Justice
Searching for a way to live, to breathe to exist
Yet life has been nothing but a deadly cyst
Now wondering in my dying self how it could have turned this way
With all this pain and unending trials that burn, Oh the dismay
Still wishing for you to dry my tears
To conquer all the raging fears
Now broken like the sword of justice we linger on the floor
Bruised we offer our hearts on a silver platter, bloody and swore
Tempted by the dark side with every single breath we take
Will you mend my blade, will you carry on my will for heaven’s sake
Will you heal the wounds of a broken will; will you rise from the stigma of the past?
Will you drive away the darkness with the light within my wavering heart?
So tell me when did the hope fade into the night?
When did we silence the conscience of doing what’s right?
Swallowed by the serpents that cling on our flesh like leeches
Delivering to our nations wordless empty speeches
What happened to the so-called burning will for peace?
Or have we set our conscience and free will on a lease?
So tell me when will the sword of justice rise again?
Hear our prayers God of the heaven and sky, let it rain
Drops of mercy on the skin of those restless souls
And let it fill in the emptiness the greed’s holes
This is no time to sit back and cry over spilt milk
This is a time to weave your destiny with a thread made of silk
So rise young ones claim your destiny in your hand
Don’t fall on your knees until the hate turns to sand
Be the master of your own life, live and breathe
Don’t stop until a new reality you were able to seize
So again I ask will your rise to the occasion and carry on
The sword of justice even if you were drafted not to belong
Will you endure the pain, lead the people out of the darkness?
Will you drive away their lust for blood that unending madness?
Will you rise or will you fall just like your ancestors?
Will you give me your oath with blood, Tell me your answer?