Be who I am and I'll be happy,
until envy gets in the way.
Shrouded in a cloud of mystery,
does the sun ever light your day?
What is it you are envious of,
because I wish to be more like you;
Knowing exactly who you are,
to your own self being true.
My prison is debt of past loves,
and deep pain of what could be;
If only I had a strong head like you,
then it would be easier to be me.
I know in this life nobody is perfect,
but in my mind you sure come close.
Your beauty, your style, your grace and steadfastnest
are the things I envy the most.
Maybe someday I'll learn your faults
and see how human you are;
but until that day I cry for myself,
and watch you - beautiful bright star.
AEM - 2005