Am I the cowardly Lion, wishing for a heart that once as mine before you locked it away and stole the key? “There’s only one hopeful chord in this cacophony, and it’s this girl
I’m following.”
The streets are deserted as we three are released from our music filled hollow- Dorothy and her gang- our arms linked as fear begins to consume this journey.
I recognise your face in the dark and in a gasp realise we’re all just following the same sun-tinged brick road.
But what if Dorothy- on her journey holding hands with her gang, stopped to stare at the blinking stars guiding their way saw instead of the face of the man she sort but the brightest star that managed to utter a single word and left her blinded by the sun- could I the cowardly Lion guide her on?
I don’t mind that your dreams aren’t about me in your sleepful hour. The sky has opened up and we are again singing in the rain...
We’re singing in the rain. And it’s such a glorious feeling from my head right down to my toes. Because we’re so happy again...
My lungs stop their in and out movement as your lips press to mine but there is nothing to fear as you begin to breathe for me. your air pulsing through my blood filled veins, as we voyage ever more toward our journey’s end.
We’re no longer afraid. I am cowardly no more and he is genius when love fills our atmosphere as a witch is caged and a beauty whisked away in swirling air. We have nothing left to prove except that we’re no longer afraid.
