Sometimes I doubt the path I chose
Sometimes my dreams feel all on hold
There's no doubt that this will make me strong
Because it's the hardest thing I've ever done

Despite this cruel world
And all my best efforts
당신 surprise me with just how perfect 당신 are

Even with all my flaws
And my bad examples
당신 surprise me with
Just how perfect 당신 are

And when I'm 로스트
당신 검색 for me
And when I doubt
You're my belief

I'm suppose to be
The stronger one
당신 always seem
To prove that theory wrong

Still, I hold my breath each time 당신 go
Out in the world that's beyond my control
If 당신 are dreaming
I never want to wake 당신 up

When I'm all in a spin
Full of cynicism
당신 remind me of just how perfect 당신 are

When I'm at my wit's end
And I'm losing my head
당신 remind me of just how lucky I am

In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
'Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done

I'll face myself
To 십자가, 크로스 out what i've become
Erase myself
And let go of what i've done

Put to rest
What 당신 thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done

I'll face myself
To 십자가, 크로스 out what i've become
Erase myself
And let go of what i've done

For what I've done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I'm forgiving what I've done


I'll face myself
To 십자가, 크로스 out what i've become
Erase myself
And let go of what i've done

What I've done
Forgiving what I've done

Henry VIII to Anne Boleyn

[ 1533 ]

Myne awne Sweetheart, this shall be to 광고 당신 of the great ellingness1 that I find here since your departing, for I ensure you, me thinketh the Tyme longer since your departing now last than I was wont to do a whole Fortnight; I think your Kindness and my Fervence of 사랑 causeth it, for otherwise I wolde not thought it possible, that for so little a while it should have grieved me, but now that I am comeing toward you, me thinketh my Pains 의해 half released, and also I am right well comforted, insomuch that my Book maketh substantially for my Matter, in 글쓰기 where of I have spent above IIII Hours this Day, which caused me now to write the shorter Letter to 당신 at this Tyme, because some Payne in my Head, wishing my self (specially an Evening) in my Sweethearts Armes whose pritty Duckys2 I trust shortly to kysse. Writne with the Hand of him that was, is, and shall be yours 의해 his will,

H. R.

Oh, to my dearest ruler and lord
Merciful husband
Noblest of kings...
Your 심장 of gold has long since tarnished
In my champers
What will the morning bring?
What it my 심장 that doth betray me
Cause I loved 더 많이 than one man?
Is it true your wear a wounded spirit?
Pray let me mend it and make our 사랑 anew...
Allow me to be your humble servant
Once again, as before...
Are 당신 like the others, so quick to judge
And for this the 퀸 must fall
What is my 심장 that doth betray me
Cause I loved 더 많이 than one man?
Truth within the writings of a letter
Signed and sealed poor Catherine Howard's fate...
Truth within the writings of a letter
Signed and sealed poor Catherine Howard's fate...