Patrimony

Son, take heed: Be not naïve
Your noble vision is but fantasy
All men betray
All lose heart
In these times men act as they must

What good is passion when all is lost?
And what of virtue, if you can't bear the cost?
So take my counsel, my dearest son
Pursue your rightful throne with ambition

Abandon this flight of conscience

Your broken eyes, they tell the truth your tongue denies

I don't want to lose heart