No one really cares
Unless you're really pretty
Or only if
You have a stash of cash
In the back of your jeans
For as long as I lived
I've noticed things
How a child eyes would light up
Like a candle lit dinner
On the Eve of Christmas
How precious she was
But not anymore
It's as if we've lost our values
Guarding cheap things
Such as necklaces and gold rings
Most fail to see
How much life means to me
I would guard you
Or anyone for that matter
Even by all means
That my iPod will shatter