(Martin Jenkins)
Well it only takes a moment, a careless moment so I believe
When the tongue becomes a razor, and it always a scar will leave
When the time comes for a showdown, don't show how low down you can feel
For wounds of wordplay, dressed in anger, only time alone will heal
And who knows if the blade be mightier than the written word
Or semantic gladiators pen and paper never need
For they may taunt, tease and worry, feint and parry crossing swords
And I know it isn't easy saying sorry after words
Even when all is said and all seen
Two hearts held at word point may never agree
And when all has been spoken and done
At the end of the day never say what they mean
Silence may be golden, or be the cold and unwritten rule
May be light as any bright star, or be the darkness of unlit coal
Take one small spark to ignite and just a hot breath to fan the flame
Burning bridges and sharpened edges, and wounding wordplay begins again
(as sung by Whippersnapper)