It's a gun but a word
Cnd you already know
That it's done and it's heard
It's an echoing blow
It's cage but a laugh
Only heard by a few
It's a gift that's a gaff
In the mouth of the truth
It's a kind that's a pack
Cnd it feeds on its own
It's an end, an attack
It's a trap, it's a home
It's a name but a clique
Where an empty resides
It is hope bent as sick
Where the optimist dies
It's a gun but a word
Cnd you already know
Now it's done Now it's heard
It's an echoing blow
It's a fist in the gut
Only felt by a few
It's a gift that's a gaff
In the mouth of the truth