See my guardian, winking at you through the glass.
There was a time when parking lots were not dotted with tiny, blinky red lights.
Little dashboard politicians making insincere promises.
Go to sleep, you're protected.
See your guardian, locked in the cabinet above your desk.
There was a time when little children didn't walk the streets... angry and packing.
Scared little vessels filled with misunderstood purpose.
Live your life, you're protected.
See your guardian, speaking to you over the microphones.
There was a time when you're faith in The Man was not so threatened, tested.
Maybe she can help...