• Green as envy,
    Red as sin,
    I am the voice that calls within.

    They say they love,
    But it's not me
    The pure-eyed one is who they see

    The voice of virtue,
    The image of trust,
    The opposite of greed and lust.

    I hate the child
    Who stole my place
    When I was the one with the innocent face

    I wonder now,
    If this could be,
    Was there a one who hated me?