Emperors New Clothes
"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also"
Merchant of Venice
The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven, Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed. It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. It is mightiest in the mightiest, It becomes the throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, An attribute to awe and majesty. Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings. But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself. And earthly power dost the become likest God's, Where mercy seasons justice.
Who said it's easy to feel loved
When you look over your shoulder,
And only see the wasteland
You've just got to carry what you can,
Have the heart of a giant but know you're a man.
Start small, grow tall.
I'm always saying I'll make it right my dear,
Cos losing you is my greatest fear.
I know I found all the blame this side,
But still you say be yourself you'll turn out all-right.
You made me run like I'd never run,
Try like I had never tried,
Fight like had never fought ,
Made me want it.
Thought that I was in my prime,
But I was naked dressed in my pride.
You saw through the things I hide,
Yet still said be yourself you’ll turn out all-right.