The Chair's Tale 2

(Intro) (Beat) (Chorus) In the chair, they sit, from high to low, Kings and pawns, in the shadow's glow. Power's seat, or a captive's snare, Life's tales unfold in the grip of The Chair. (Verse 1) In the heart of the city, where the whispers dwell, Sits a throne of stories that the ages tell. A seat of power, a burden's weight, Where destinies are forged, and fates await. From the mightiest ruler with a crown of gold, To the humblest servant with a tale untold, Each soul's saga is silently shared, In the silent watch of the ancient Chair. (Verse 2) Beneath the boughs of the world's great tree, The Chair stands solemn, for all to see. A symbol of order, a symbol of strife, It bears the marks of every life. he echoes of laughter, the shadows of tears, The hopes of tomorrow, the weight of years, In every grain, a story's etched, Of dreams within The Chair's embrace, sketched. (break) (Chorus) In the chair, they sit, from high to low, Kings and pawns, in the shadow's glow. Power's seat, or a captive's snare, Life's tales unfold in the grip of The Chair. It's the seat of wisdom, the seat of pain, A paradox where both loss and gain, Are etched in the timber, soaked in the stain, Of tears and triumphs, like summer rain. (Verse 5) Where kings have wept, and warriors have bled, Where countless souls their silent oaths have pled. In the heart of the wood, the stories remain, Of the power and the glory, the loss and the gain. (Verse 6) For every seat of judgment, there's a tale of grace, For every mark of darkness, there's a light's embrace. The Chair, it stands, through time's relentless train, A silent guardian in the sun and rain. (Chorus) It's the seat of wisdom, the seat of pain, A paradox where both loss and gain, Are etched in the timber, soaked in the stain, Of tears and triumphs, like summer rain. It's the seat of wisdom, the seat of pain, (Outro) (Outro) So here's the story, the legend, the lore, The Chair's a beacon, to rich and poor. A symbol, a warning, a promise, a dare, All are equal in the eyes of The Chair. As the sun sets low, and shadows grow long, The Chair stands steadfast, where souls belong. In its grain, the echoes of laughter and strife, A timeless witness to the dance of life. So take your seat, whether king or knave, In the hush of The Chair, find solace, be brave. For it cradles dreams and bears the weight, Of every tale whispered, in its silent state. (Slow Beat Fade Out)