Green sea eyes were mine.

Green sea eyes were more yours then mine.

They took them and sold them three pence a piece.

And now we have no sea evergreen to line mine eyes nor yours.

Darkness is where the sea should be...

...Your eyes are where mine should be...

....But no three pence piece have we.

Voiceless beggers have nothing they only can keep, all taken now.

"Nothing" they should own.

"Nothing" to call they're own.

Deep Evergreen Sea Eyes, taken from where it should be.

Never apart of that sea.

I have no voice...

You see...