In the quiet whispers of the moonlit sky,
Where stars confess to the silent night,
Justice stands with an unyielding cry,
Seeking truth in the absence of light.

Through the shadows of the broken past,
It weaves a tapestry of right and wrong,
With threads of hope that everlast,
And melodies of a forgotten song.

The weight of promises unkept,
Lies heavy on the hearts it seeks,
Yet in its arms, the weary wept,
Finding strength in the justice it speaks.

So let the echoes of justice ring,
In every corner of the earth,
For in its name, the truth will spring,
And bring to light each soul’s true worth.