[JUDGE ROAN]
I have heard them in the street, Gov'nor
"Justice! We have justice!"
Through these old and tired walls
Calling through the autumn night
That still more blood must flow
And I declared it so

And maybe I was wrong
Maybe what was "obvious" then
Would not have been for long
But I would not delay

And maybe I was right—
Maybe I'm afraid that in a
Higher judge's sight
I won't know what to say...
So before I leave this world behind
I have to speak my mind

With hatred in the air
How is any man to know
What is or isn't fair?
I left it up to fate
It now may be too late...
They'll be calling out to you, Gov'nor
You will know what's right to do