The Tin Man and I

Making my way down the yellow brick roadThe tin man crossed my path.For so much armor his touch was quite soft,I could see through his shield all the dreams I had lost.I told him about the last stay of my trip,he replied stiffly, "I'm not going that way."As he let me oil his rusty parts,picked up my basket and asked, "Shall we start?""Where to?" I replied, because I was surprisedto see such a gle...