Thanks for the compliment, George Seto!

Though, as usual, after humming and singing this song to myself over the last few days, certain phrases began to sound awkward to my ears, so I've done some lyric rewriting -- mostly to the second verse, though also, a little bit to the third.

Currently, this is how they stand in my Noteworthy Composer:

Oh, what is the value of a bitter tongue?
Oh what is the value of a troubled mind?
A word spoken sweetly will never go wrong.
And troubles all melt with a word that is kind.

("What is the value of" just flows into my ear easier than "What is the use, tell me." And "sweetly spoken" is a better tie-in, I think, to "bitter tongue.")

Oh, this mortal life, it is never too long:
From cradle to grave in the blink of an eye.
But we will remember, through story and song.
Our deeds and our failings will echo through time.

(If it's easy to be gender neutral, why not do so? And "good and evil" just struck me as a bit loaded... the stories we tell of our family and friends rarely rise to heroics or villainy).