One soul, scorned and covered with scars
I battle for justice day and night.
I'm tired, I'm worn, I am sad;
I despair:
And still I fight for justice day and night.
Why?
Not because I hope that God,
With his magic wand,
Will dub me "Worthy".
I struggle for justice
In an unjust world
Just because it is right.
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