Guardian of Gold

Patches in the ground Shuttering, and the Sound She has no bound Lots of sorrows surround No single way to be out of the crowd. Things that were told Have Faith, and mold Quit, Don't be bold Priceless Souls to be Sold Not even have the right to scold. Other's Choices that hovered let's    be   a   coward Don't spit single word Understand, what you heard; God himself decided who'd have the sword. Of what you are fond Don't, or will be abandoned Face, though its hard But you can't demand Coz for you the rules won't amend . Still follow the odd Mated without a bond They may be cold Still follow the old Coz you are the Guardian of Their Gold.