He sat on his side of the room,
With his parents behind him in the stands,
And his protector spouting lies beside him.

He looks at me often,
His jaw often clenches,
And his eyes often flash with hidden anger that only I can see.

Now I walk up, right in front of him,
And I swear that I speak the truth.
I only face the judge, but I make my voice
Strong, even when it shakes through my tears.

So many people gathered on my side of the large room,
That even not looking at them makes me nervous.
But I won't back down, I am speaking the truth,
And the ruler understands my pain.

Now it is his turn...
And he can't walk to the stand.
It amuses me, but it is not humorous.

He speaks, and his voice shakes me to the core.
It hits my soul, and my whole body shakes!
He looks at me now and begs for forgiveness.
My tears run red with my pain,
But it is not in vain.
Justice is served,

Now I can watch your tears fall,
And I feel bad... But it's okay.