No Justice

These tears all tell a story
And every cut tells why I’m gone.
I don’t believe in happy endings
And of believing what’s right from wrong.

I read for her a poem
That tried to comfort endless woe.
But in the end we’re all rewarded
With the fresh grief that we’ll all show.

Justice would be forever served
If I could hold you one last time.
If I could smell your scent of ocean
And I could finally call you mine.

But one thing I have learned
When you were taken up by flames
Is that in this world we call our own
Justice is a very hard thing to claim.