I’ve seen my younger movements
like a scarecrow loosey goosey
I’ve seen me old and rusted
like a tin man
and haven’t we all tried to follow
our own yellow brick road?
on the way hasn’t a cowardly lion
bitten us in moments we lacked courage?
and thank God for Dorothy her hope
and happiness there when needed
yes we’ve all been carried away by
evil flying monkeys crossed sleepy fields
met wicked witches and some even God
the great and powerful wizard Himself
and after all that adventure
and finally crossing through the gates
of Oz what happens?
we end up
waving goodbye
from a balloon for one
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