In shadows cast by the moon’s pale light,
Whispered tales of justice take their flight.
Echoes of truth in the midnight wind,
Seeking hearts where courage has not thinned.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Justice roams, an unyielding sigh.
In every tear and silent plea,
It carves a path for the free.

With every dawn, it rises anew,
A beacon bright for the chosen few.
In the courts of conscience, it stands tall,
Defending the weak, uplifting all.

Oh, justice, with your timeless grace,
You heal the wounds, you mend the space.
In your embrace, we find our way,
Towards a fairer, brighter day.