Yellow Brick Road

I was a lost, broken girl 
hiding beneath ten foot walls

Searching for confident wings 
from devils in angel's things

And then when you took my hand
I climbed up and breathed wind and sand

Thinking that I had found 
emancipated building ground.

But I lost you,

and I lost what was true 
as I was searching for you.

So I turned brass into gold
hoping it would fit in the mold

But the costume didn't quite fit right; 
I saw you under fluorescent light

And I realized I'd lost the fight.

Now I'm a free flying bird
laying my own yellow brick road

Leading to somewhere unknown
so I can at last find myself

And while I hope you will find
a smile and some peace of mind,

I'm letting go of the thorny rope
and sailing with a new found hope.

And I'll miss you,

My almost love; 
broken and growing up.

But I'll keep you always, 
here with me

As a sifted memory.