I whisper to the pavement stones,

asking if they remember the weight that once walked here?

What justice I could not summon with my hands,

I see written faintly in the breath of clouds…

Shall I lift my gaze where the rain dissolves,

as if the sky itself were parchment set aflame?

In the way the river bends sharper than before,

in the way birds lift as if called by an unseen master.

Into the way the clouds break without sound.

I did not see the hand that struck,

and I will not see the hand that restores,

But something has moved,

I'm gonna get some heavenly aid, innit

world has taken note, though no court will.

I did not see the hand that struck,

and I will not see the hand that restores,

But something has moved,,

I'm gonna get some heavenly aid, innit!