𝙸𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘

𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎
𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝

𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍

𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝
𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎
𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗

𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗
𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠
𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠

𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝
𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎