If the pen is mightier than the sword
Then my words should weaken you easily
Slicing you as clean as a butcher knife
Cutting you as sharp as a machete

If the pen is mightier than the sword
Then I can single handidly take down armies
Swift as a breeze
Quick as a jet

If the pen is mightier than the sword
Then in glass cases I'll be kept
Admired for my beauty and delicate craftsmanship

If the pen is mightier than the sword
Then oh! The stories I have to tell
The secrets that I hold
The memories I contain

If the pen is mightier than the sword
Then for my bravery I'll be praised
For my accomplishments I'll be honored

If the pen is mightier than the sword
Then you'll see the battle wounds I've earned
The scars and bruised that I flaunt
Because I choose to wear them proudly