You can pick the color green

and call it a dream

but the truth will scream

the heart will know

that which you hide.

You can keep it, still inside

keep killing it with pride

what now in deep resides

of the heart you ignore

but it won't die.

Though for killing once, the crime

or a thousand times

is the same—there is a score

that in, death in life, you pay for.

So be careful with your life.