Verse 1 They say the files are heavy with silence, Ink where the truth should be. Names crossed out, pages missing, Secrets buried carefully. They tell us, “Trust the system,” They say, “Time will smooth it out,” But justice delayed keeps asking What all this quiet’s about. Pre-Chorus If power shields the powerful, Who’s left to hear the pain? If truth wears a blindfold now, Who exactly does it save? Chorus Are we saying some men are above the law? That money can rewrite what’s right and wrong? Do we look away if the numbers look good, If the market’s calm, if the suits say we should? If the girls are still waiting, unheard and unseen, Tell me—what does justice mean? Verse 2 I remember when morality mattered, When outrage filled the air. When whispers made front pages, And no one said, “It’s different now, don’t care.” Same sins, different silence, Different flags, same deal— Funny how the rules keep changing Depending on who’s at the wheel. Pre-Chorus If we shouted then and whisper now, What happened to our spine? If truth depends on party lines, Then truth is the first thing we sacrifice. Chorus Are we saying some men are above the law? That power can outshout right and wrong? Do we trade our conscience for comfort and calm, Tell the victims “later,” while we move on? If the girls are still waiting, carrying names, Tell me—who carries their pain? Bridge Justice doesn’t need a headline, It needs a courtroom door. It needs witnesses protected, Not buried under lore. It needs laws that don’t blink, And courage that doesn’t bend— And a country brave enough to say “No one gets a pass in the end.” Break (spoken or sung, restrained) Justice isn’t revenge. It’s truth. It’s process. It’s accountability. And it starts by listening To those who were hurt. Final Chorus We can’t say some men are above the law, Or we lose what law is for. If justice stops at influence, Then justice isn’t justice anymore. The girls deserve answers, not noise, not delay, Not another reason to look away. If we mean “equal under law,” Then now is the moment to prove it’s not just talk. Outro The truth doesn’t need our permission. But justice needs our will. History’s watching what we do next— And silence is a choice still.
