Duet: Prince & Physician
Physician what is the price power?
To always be alone
Tis that why the other lords’ sit in towers?
No, that is to atone
For a man to rise praise, many must perish
And thus the lords build ever lofty gates
To protect themselves from those that the fallen did cherish
For they grew strong carrying grieving weights
Physician what is then the price of life?
Whatever another man will pay for a life not his own
Tis that why you live in poverty?
No, but that is why I don’t sit the throne
For I value greatly my each and every day
And, it comes towering total toll
That for another then I would have to pay
So that even this very day I pay forward my life’s bankroll
Physician, but why pay so much today it is far away?
For you never know when life’s bill shall come due
Tis that why you work yourself dull and grey?
No, that is why you do not see me act as the fools do
For they for wealth gamble
Their lives, to the king's signet ring
For prestige and honor they scramble
Only to realize they eventually lose everything
Physician, why do you call honor a shame?
Only in honors name, do I with ease money gain
Tis this why you freely fix their fragile frames?
No, not out of shame, but because I know their pain
Physician, what then is their affliction?
Desperation & a foolhardy form of hope
Tis, this why you give to men such a sorrowful benediction?
No, I do that so that from my pain I can cope
For one of these fools, will be king
And learn the truth
That no bard would ever to them sing
Death comes for all lacking in Ruth
Physician, then why do men desire the crown?
For what they, in vain, think it will bring
Tis that why now, your eyes are cast down?
No, that is because to a foolish hope I cling
That you my prince will not value war
For you my brothers son may be a monarch
And high will your banner soar
over graves deep and dark
Physician, then why not your brother succeed?
For knowledge can also destroy
Tis this why you vain try to stop the bloods spill?
Yes, for not all wisdom brings joy
For men fight for power's lies, wealth, land, freedom, or even limb & life
For these man is blessed and cursed with war
For not even the kindest will may cease strife
For Peace blood you must pour
For man's curse is to learn from experience
Thus to know peace, we are doomed to experience war