A brick road laid in front of me,
one slab at a time
I took a step along the path
to see what I could find
A scarecrow cried out for help,
sounded like he was in pain
I asked him what he needed
and he expressed to me,
"a brain."
So I sliced my forehead carefully,
and took mine from my skull
I placed it in his head and said,
"there, now your mind is full."
He thanked me as I wandered on
to find another friend
I met a lion on the bricks
whose life was at its end
He was afraid of everything,
and he was so discouraged
So I reached into my gut
and I gave him all my courage
He smiled and waved
as I left
to give someone else a hand
And I heard the cries of sadness
from a rusted, old tin man
I asked him what he needed and he wailed out,
"a heart!"
So I pulled myself open and tore my ribs and chest apart
Now that I am empty,
I'm dumb, scared, and alone
All that I can think is,
"there is no place like home."