[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