Anne Boleyn

18th May, 1536, Tower of London

From Anne the Quene to Her Grace, Princess Elizabeth Tudor of Wales,

This shall be the last letter I ever write, and I would not see it written to anyone but you, my only daughter. From my window I watch the dusk ebb away, and the sky flare up like a blushing rose; twilight of this new day, my last day, has come.

They will make sure that bạn never know me, my Elizabeth, and if they do me, they will see that bạn know me as the lewd, traitorous whore your father created and destroyed. Still I urge bạn to tình yêu him because though the fiery passion with which he once...

Is it true what they say,
Are we too blind to find a way?
Fear of the unknown đám mây our hearts today
Come into my world,
See through my eyes
Try to understand,
Don't want to lose what we have

We've been dreaming
But who can deny,
It's the best way of living
Between the truth and the lies

See who I am,
Break through the surface
Reach for my hand,
Let's hiển thị them that we can
Free our minds and find a way
The world is in our hands,
This is not the end

Fear is withering the soul
At the point of no return
We must be the change
We wish to see
I'll come into your world,
See through your eyes
I'll try to understand,
Before...

I think that there are some songs' texts that describe Anne really well. This is one of those songs: "High price of mistakes" bởi Hungry Lucy.

On the edge, I wait
Hands held tightly…together
Waiting for the name
I wallow in my shame
I played a dangerous game

Hold it all inside, they said
Don’t bạn speak of this disgrace
(till you’re six feet underground)
People whisper silently
I can’t even hiển thị my face
(can bạn turn your life around)

Don’t think positive
I’ll only crush myself
We just have to learn
In our mistakes we cause concern
But in the end it’s only me who’ll burn

What will bạn do, they...

O DEATH, rock me asleep,
Bring me to quiet rest,
Let pass my weary guiltless ghost
Out of my careful breast.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.

My pains who can express?
Alas, they are so strong;
My dolour will not suffer strength
My life for to prolong.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.

Alone in prison strong
I wait my destiny.
Woe worth this cruel hap that I
Should taste this misery!
Toll on, thou passing bell;...

If bạn gave me just a coin for every time we say goodbye
Well I'd be rich beyond my dreams, I'm sorry for my weary life
I know I'm not perfect but I can smile
and I hope that bạn see this tim, trái tim behind my tired eyes
If bạn tell me that I can't, I will, I will, I'll try all night
and if I say I'm coming home, I'll probably be out all night
I know I can be afraid but I'm alive
and I hope that bạn can trust this tim, trái tim behing my tired eyes

I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't...