Balance Kae Tempest

Far away in a distant land
These four kids grew up firm friends
Ambition was the youngest
A bright eyed kid with a numbness
Where his logic should have been 'cause he was ruled by his hungers

Then there was Pride,
He walked with a broad stride
Because he from himself would his weaknesses hide
And people liked being near him
Didn't know whether they loved him or feared him
It's more they found his self-confidence endearing

And there was Talent
She was beautiful and gallant
But she lived for her senses and not for her sense,
So her poor heart was covered in dents
Her poor heart was covered in dents

Oldest was Envy
Now Envy's eyes often seemed empty
She would talk loud in lengthy sentences
Friends were sensitive
Tall and cold,
Her eyes we're green like skin
When it's marked by fake gold