It's tricky when You feel someone Has done something On your behalf

It's slippery when
Your sense of justice
Murmurs underneath
And you're asking:

How am I going to make this right?

With a palmful of stars
I throw them like dice
Repeatedly
I shake them like dice
And throw them on the table
Repeatedly
Repeatedly
Until the desired constellation appears
And I ask myself:

How am I going to make this right?
How am I going to make this right?
How am I going to make this right?
And you hear
How am I going to make this right?