The hands that rocked the cradle
and held me in my youth,
were hands that without question
taught me the simple truth.
That though a people prosper
they never can be more,
than what they live believing
is worth the dying for.
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And those who hold tomorrow
will be the one's indeed,
who give their life in service
to those who are in need.
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The hands that rocked the cradle
though they be growing old,
still have within their power
to shape that which they hold.
That's why there is a comfort
in loving hands I know,
that rocked the cradle for me
so many years ago.
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