We all ask the question
Who will listen to me
We desire love and affection
But we don't appear to see
Those staggering at our side
Who push on with no lead
Yet we all still try to hide
That we're searching for a dream
The yellow brick road is tainted
It gleams black and red
The scarecrow has no mind
For it was blasted from his head
Every turn we begin to sink
Our armor rusts with cracks and creases
Ask a tin man where is his heart
He'll say it shattered to pieces
Deep into this chaotic jungle
We crawl on our hands and knees
The constant darkness makes us struggle
A lion's courage left to recede
With all moments of bleak doubts
We can't continue to look back
There are blood trails on the ground
Create your own new path
Stop looking for the yellow brick road
Paint your trail with colored streams
There are many paths, but a common goal
That is to follow our dreams
