A chosen few,
impartial for today
With a single word
we can put this man away
It seems so trivial
to those who sit in the box
But if the roles were reversed
would we want the same feelings?
Twelve different minds,
twelve different reasons
for wanting this trial to end
Twelve Angry Men:
but are we qualified?
The scene is set
We're in for a very long ride
A sea of testimony
drowns each juror with its tides
To ask for perfection
under pressure and limited time,
is to brew a vintage spirit
with the grapes off any vine
Day after day, the wheels of Justice keep turning
The more that we try, it seems the less we are learning
Day after day, the bridges crossed, we keep burning
As hard as the dimb may seem, we must continue yearning
Preservation of every Right
will keep the wheels spinning
forevermore
The coward's way out,
keep quiet and just agree
Or take the path not chosen,
and voice my discrepancy
Eleven fierce stares
But I know I can justify
It's a small price to pay
when we know we've done what's right
Twelve different minds,
twelve different reasons
for acting as we did
Twelve Angry Men:
but were we qualified?
