Worth

A boy stood unfed A robin makes way and it lands on his head Said the good do die young, so make a run For your worth instead As a man he would cry Blue salty streams for a woman did try To give him everything she's got in dreams But was torn from the seams Worth its weight in kerosene Could have pockets of gold A belly so full till whenever is old A life hung in museums, in pastels of green Lost your will for everything Life comes in different shades Live more than you know Till you're old and grey So make a run Make a run Make a run for your worth Make a run Make a run Make a run for your worth instead