Words can be cruel as a bullet

Piercing our skin, making us bleed

Invading our lives without and notice

With the sound of the shot, it’s too late to take heed

And those of us who claim to be

Ones who’d never hold a gun

So often point the barrel

Where we know great damage is done

As soon as we shoot, we drop the weapon

The scent of the shot still in the air

And we bolt oh-so-quick to escape from the crime

Knowing well what we did back there

Words can be cruel as a war

Making the bravest men shrink

Thrown out like a grenade

They destroy in naught but a blink

When even the foxholes won’t protect us

The strongest of shelters, oh their still weak

Courage weakens so fast out in battle

It weakens so fast when war’s what we speak

As soon as we shoot, we drop the weapon

The scent of the shot still in the air

And we bolt oh-so-quick to escape from the crime

Knowing well what we did back there

Words can be cruel as we make them

With our hearts so scarred up, they often come out

As mean and as tough as the deadliest weapon

Making us feel like we’re fine without

The best suit of armour, indestructible walls

But oh how quickly the best of us fall…

As soon as they shoot, they drop the weapon

The scent of the shot fired still in the air

And they run oh-so-quick to escape from the crime

But it’s not just their prints on the weapon back there

It’s not just the violence that makes this unfair

It’s not just the heart that drips blood in despair

Words can be cruel, and yet so unaware