My heart flies to you.
There's nothing in the way.
I'm a child, a munchkin singing,
'The wicked witch is dead.'
Disloyal? My heart finally moves
Under the rainbows we run
Filled with colors like birds.

Feathered blonde hair free to the wind
Am I still lost in the sands
Feeling for fingers of faith
That mustard seed
Around my grandmother's neck
The warmth pulls me
My sadness,
My mother is dead.
I can move with joy.
I can lie down with pain
And watch the birds fly away.