Pent up and chewed up at a fleeting glance

Misconstrued in the mood for assistance

Flames fanned with compliance

We all have fallen foul

And forced the striking hand

Indiscriminate and loathe

To now backtrack - see red and fight fast



Punishment is somehow

Always due somewhere down the line

Until this realization dawns:

Spare the rod and you'll arise



Spare it! Spare the rod and you'll arise



A strong-arm is for bleak times

But spare this rod and arise



Pent up and chewed up at a fleeting glance

Misconstrued in the mood for assistance

Flames fanned with compliance

We all have fallen foul

And forced the striking hand

Indiscriminate and loathe

To now backtrack - see red and fight fast



Flurries of blows to tenuously prove that dialogue

rarely makes things right

Until this realization dawns:

Talk it through, gain insight



Talk through! Talk it through, gain insight



A strong-arm is for bleak times

But talk it through, gain insight



So spare this rod and arise!