In the end it's still just some shining stone

Forcing him to survive and live each dreaded day alone

An excuse to be left on an isolated island to rot

Having to protect a treasure that most of the world forgot

Until that day when the man with the mustache first appears

He never spoke to a living soul in eight, long years

Of course the man fools him and tells him of two thieves

Sending him after the real heroes with ease

After the Guardian realizes his mistake

The pair already decides to stop the evil man in his wake

After that day the Hero often asks for the Guardian's assistance

The Hero doesn't understand that the answer "Yes" is always met with resistance

The Guardian knows after that the Hero is using him because of his power

The Guardian knows that the Hero is his "friend" for that hour

When they are clashing with enemies that the Hero isn't strong enough to take on

After the battle is over, the Guardian always feels like a pawn

Ever since he met that Hero, trouble has always seemed to come his way

Like how the winged rat that tries to steal his treasure almost every single day

The Thief is always trying to manipulate him, seduce him out of his treasure

He hates it how one minute she's fighting him, the next she's bribing him with "pleasure"

The Guardian fights against temptation to leave that treaded rock

For he knows that he is bound to his duties with no key to the iron lock

The countless times he's risked his life to prevent the island from falling

Is like never hearing the looming voice of death calling

Why does he risk his life just to let that rock glow?

It won't be until the sweet peace of death until he'll ever know

The curse that plagues each guardian throughout the generations

Knowing that they'll have to be the guardian with the crest as identification

Sometimes he'll claw at the birthmark to see if it'll ever come off

The only result will be blood and the thick skin going soft

Some days he'll slam his head against the stone alter

Trying to give a concussion or let his mind falter

Slowly losing his sanity by the loss of interaction

Longing for his "friends" to come back and give him a distraction

Whenever the bitterness of life wreaks havoc in his mind

It seems that he wishes to let the loneliness twist his heart in a bind

The Guardian will send his "friends" away, then regret it later

He'll even send away the chameleon, bee, and alligator

Then he's left with nothing, only to deal with his thoughts

About how he is forced to protect the treasure that the world forgot

No one deserves to lose their childhood years

To be unable to laugh or smile, but to fight against lonely tears

It almost seems cruel what that rock did to him

The rock should be punished for it's deadly sin

The ability to allure thieves and its great power to keep the island afloat

Is in reality some sick, never-ending joke

For it allows so many souls to be forced to face their demons alone

There is no reason to this madness for in the end, it's just some shining stone