Lend me your eyes
And I will lend you my ears

For you
I can shed your tears

For me
You can whisper away my fears

As angels go Dorothy was my favorite!
She knew our talents. She believed.
She helped us believe in ourselves.
She laughed the hardest, she loved us all,
she led these lost souls into places of peace.
We miss you dearly. I miss you most of all.
The scarecrow, tin man and cowardly lion.
We'll meet at the end of the yellow brick road.

…
Impossible, fantastical
It cannot make sense at all
I used to pride myself in my posture
But somehow you've made me fall.

Before the storm all was right.
  It tore us to shreds and then left.
  Dorothy's tornado took us to Oz.
  We've never found our way back.

  I get the tin man with no heart.
  Courage is lacking in us all and
  brains are in short supply. So?
  Look for the yellow brick road.