In my heart I know. In my heart I see. I could let you in there, but what might become of me? My treasure lies in this place, a bounty won with toil and grace. To share it with you I would be happy to do if it meant that you would be happy too. But what if when you have a look, jealousy sets its dirty hook? What if when you see inside you become so inclined to judge my jewels as not worthy, and in desperate need of someone's ruling? Guard this heart of mine I must, but without friendship its gold will rust. I will find the ones that will give and not steal, the ones not ashamed of being perpetaully real.