"𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒐𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒘
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆, -- 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌
𝑴𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘
𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌,
𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌,
𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 -- 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌;
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅,
𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅..."

"𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅
𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆;
𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆,
𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅.
𝑵𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅
𝑰𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅.
𝑵𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒕,
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.
𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅’𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎!
𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏,
𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈!"