Two Judges, One Small Room

[Verse 1]
Happiness takes the left-hand seat,
Morality sits in black.
You ask which road will spare your heart;
They each object, then call you back.

[Chorus]
Two judges, one small room,
Two gavels striking out of time.
One asks, “Did it make you glad?”
One asks, “Was the choice in line?”
I stand between their versions
Of a verdict called what’s right.

[Verse 2]
The clerk reads every careful reason,
The witness is my younger face.
Joy says, “You were alive that morning.”
Duty says, “You left a trace.”

[Chorus]
Two judges, one small room,
Two gavels striking out of time.
One asks, “Did it make you glad?”
One asks, “Was the choice in line?”
I stand between their versions
Of a verdict called what’s right.

[Bridge]
If I choose the kinder ending,
Who decides what kindness means?
If I make the clean confession,
Does it mend what no one sees?

[Final Chorus]
Two judges, one small room,
Two gavels striking out of time.
One asks, “Did it make you glad?”
One asks, “Was the choice in line?”
I leave the bench still listening,
With no verdict I can sign.

[Outro]
The door swings shut behind me.
Both are calling me back in.