I feel like Dorothy,

Walking down that yellow brick road

But without family or friends,

Just foes and dead ends.

Walking down that yellow brick road,

Towards a castle built of green stone,

Thinking they'll send me away,

Because what if they think,

I'm the witch in disguise,

The one who will bring their sure demise,

These bright red slipper that I wear,

A trick of the eye, to cause despair

To break their mighty kingdom,

And spoil all they've found,

A witch in disguise, strolling through town.

I'm so very far from home,

Too scared to dare to ask for their help,

Too weak to find peace on my own,

They'll think I'm just another...