In halls where silence reigns supreme,
The whispers of justice softly gleam.
Through books of old and tomes of lore,
The law stands tall, forevermore.
The scales of truth, they never lie,
Weighing right and wrong, they try.
With blindfold tight, she sees it clear,
The lady of justice, always near.
Through trials and tribulations vast,
The law endures, a steadfast mast.
Guiding souls through storm and strife,
It shapes the course of mortal life.
In every verdict, judgment passed,
The echoes of the law will last.
A beacon bright in darkest night,
The law ensures we find the light.