I'm always amazed at how quickly people drop to their knees and try and placate these sympathy leeches. It's not like there's millions of people that require actual assistance on this world... we have to sponsor people that make it their life to drain everyone else's.
It's worst in business, when daddy's little prince inherits the kingdom, and all the peasants (and the customers) suffer. It's equally damaging for social parasites.
Next song will be happier.
There's a trick that many writers use
To build sympathy for a character
They strike an epic loss
To forge their tale
Who would argue that the orphan
Shouldn't rise to be the victor?
This authored call to gallantry
Most friends that live beside us
Face their fate with dignity
They endure the cards they're dealt
But among them sulks the devil
Clamouring for our sympathy
Crying to place their needs
Above all else
THEY PLAY THIS LIE
THEY LAY IT WELL
WE THINK "WE MUST DO SOMETHING!
POOR THING THEY'VE BEEN THROUGH HELL!"
BUT ALL THEIR STRIFE
IS NEVER QUELLED
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER DEMON
RISES WHERE THE LAST ONE FELL
WE IMBIBE FROM WHAT'S CONTRIVED IN THE CHIVALRY WELL
If we could look past today's monster
To the ones that fell before
We would see that each disaster was the same
And like us, the previous sponsors
Dropped their riches on the floor
To be the final hero in this game
SO WE PITCH IN AND HELP TO DIG, THE CHIVALRY WELL
And then one day while we're most weary
Blood of their monsters on our face
Another knight, in armor gleaming
Sneering, waits to take our place
THIS IS REAL LIFE, THEY USE US WELL
WE THOUGHT "LET'S HELP THIS PERSON
POOR THING, LET'S END THEIR HELL"
UNTIL NEXT TIME, THEY RING THAT BELL
THE NEXT HERO DROPS THEIR SCABBARD
AND THEIR VIRTUE WHERE WE FELL
AND FROM OUR KNEES WE WATCH THEM DIG THE CHIVALRY WELL
NEXT TIME, WE'LL BE THE MONSTER
WHEN WE TRY TO STOP THE SPELL
AS OUR REPLACEMENTS START TO STIR THE CHIVALRY WELL