Magnanimous کے بول

The mind is a lonely place to be When ones soul's quaint, honestly I'll accept your kind words Only because you offer nothing more What greatness can be left When flatterers humble themselves And humble men are only flatterers Honor and happiness Awaits only those who do great deeds 'Tis nearly vulgar to triumph over The insignificant Still, what makes one great When nothing is truly significant? Strong when facing power Considerate to the weak Forced by necessity To show one's love and hatred openly Instinct and logic simultaneously Destined deterministic great souled man Simply has no choice The mind is a lonely place to be When ones soul is quaint, honestly