No Truer Words

[orchestra instrumental with violin and flute]

No truer words have been said,
“The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.”
Some for power and for label,
Beware, they’re unstable

Some hands are strong and gentle
Compassionate and kind
Brave and endearing 
Such cradle, hard to find

[drum solo]

Who decides?
Who gets to rule?
Who is crowned king?
And who is made a fool?


[instrumental crescendo]
[chorus]
When every secret has a price?
When every love bears a cost?
What legacy will remain?
And what wisdom be lost? 

Is it worth the pain? Mmm…
Will the sacrifice Be in vain?

Will her efforts be forgotten 
Buried silently in time
As if nonexistent 
Invisibly sublime

When every secret has a price,
When every love bears a cost,
What legacy will remain?
What history will be lost?

Mmm…. [slow tempo]
What legacy will remain?
What memories… will be lost

Ballad, blues, female, live