I’ve traveled the world,
All the seven seas.
I’ve touched what most would kill
To even see.

I bathe in baths
Filigreed with gold.
Wallet packed with cold cash.
Bank statements never fold.

My head is filled with fear,
As my purse is filled with coins.
Fear that the diamonds on my ears
Will one day grow old.

That one day I’ll be poor
Just like the rest of you.
That my ruby red lips
Will turned chapped and blue.

Yet I’m not happy now
Never have been really.
Still waiting for those stones
To satisfy me.

Cause what I want is a family
Real friends, real joy.
And I fear that without my jewelry
They’ll all grow bored,
And leave my heart grow
To be empty and cold.