**(Verse 1)** Two candles burned, then both burned low, The house grew still beneath heaven's hand. They whispered softly when I passed, "A widow walks this broken land." I waited where the promise slept, Year by year with silent grace. The road moved on, the seasons turned, Yet no one came to take my place. **(Pre-Chorus)** Some chains are forged with spoken words, Some prisons built by those who wait. **(Chorus)** The road was crooked. The promise was broken. Truth wore a borrowed veil. Tell me—where would justice walk? When every righteous doorway closed, Would mercy choose another path? The road was crooked. The promise was broken. Tell me—where would justice walk? **(Verse 2)** I saw the caravans roll by, The merchants singing in the sun. A shepherd's road to Timnah climbed, Where wool was weighed and bargains won. One borrowed veil. One borrowed name. One lonely crossroads at day's end. He pledged his cord, his staff, his seal— Not knowing who he called a friend. **(Bridge)** Judge not too quickly by the cloth, Nor every road by how it bends. The hand that hid behind the veil Brought hidden promises to end. The truth needs neither sword nor crown; It waits until the light can speak. **(Final Chorus)** The road was crooked. The promise was broken. Truth wore a borrowed veil. Tell me—where would justice walk? When law stood silent in the dust, And hope had nowhere left to talk. The road was crooked. The promise was broken. She lifted up the borrowed veil... And truth looked back at us all.
