There are these people
And you envy them
And it saddens you
And it makes you feel bad
The common sense
I lost so long ago
She has all of hers
And makes me feel small
But then she reminds me
Green is not my colour
I'm better off being
Happy as I am
And then all that sadness
It dissapears
And there's just love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem