I am the sound and the fury 

I wonder about war and peace 

I hear a tale of two cities 

I see hard times ahead 

I want a requiem for dreams  

I am the sound and the fury 

I pretend with sense and sensibility 

I feel pride and prejudice 

I touch the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe 

I worry where the wild things are 

I cry of mice and men 

I am sense and sensibility 

I understand the chosen 

I say a farewell to arms 

I dream that all’s quiet on the western front 

I try to forget the war of worlds 

I hope for paradise lost 

I am the chosen