A Good Judge

Find and replace the words that do not work With the ones that will It's no small task, the wrong words lurk in corners And they do not get their fill Of being used as weapons, of being used to hurt Someone you used to love Sometimes the pain just tumbles out And we don't always say the things we should But I know you to be good I know you to be fair And I hope you'll be a good judge of me Now that I'm no longer there And the trouble was You never had that many words for me I was left to guess how you felt And if you wanted me to leave And not wanting me to leave Is not the same thing as wanting me to stay So I had the great debate between me and me And then I walked away But I know you to be good I know you to be fair And I hope you'll be a good judge of me Now that I'm no longer there And to the victor goes the spoils, But what if there's no clear winner? And what if spoils are just things that are spoilt? In grammar as in life, the line becomes thinner But I know you to be good I know you to be fair And I hope you'll be a good judge of me Now that I'm no longer there