Justice fell, as it should, Ceding to the cry for restitution, Defeat drives deep through my hands and feet. And justice fell with a crashing blow To collect on the debt I owe, Where the three streams meet Beneath my feet. But my arrival is all tied up, My arrival is all tied up, And every ribbon is a welcome sight, And a ring around the wrong made right. Justice fell but could not find Purchase to lay blame and bind, Nor claim my wage from a better Man's day. Justice fell but could not stay; Arriving just a few moments late. Hope gives rise with the promise of paradise. But my arrival is all tied up, My arrival is all tied up, And every ribbon is a welcome sight, And a ring around the wrong made right. When I awake I will rise in new life.