There's No Place Like Home

I’ve spent my whole life on the yellow brick road,

Searching for riches beyond comprehension,

But since then I’ve found

All I want is abode,

Rather than money or gold compensation

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Early in life when my story began,

I was ungrateful for things dear to me,

And as a result, I often conspired

To leave home with my plan,

For prosperity.

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It’s a terrible thing, to not have a heart,

To lose what’s required,

To live life with love,

And to feel so apart,

From the things I desired.

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It was tough, I would say,

To not have a brain,

To be taken for granted,

In every way,

And never be heard as I say things in vain.

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It’s a hard enough life

Not having courage.

I'd hear someone’s roar,

And cower from strife,

Or yield to the hardships that others disparage.

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So I battled my witches,

From the East and the West,

And followed the road to the Emerald City

In search of the riches,

Which I hoped would cure the things I detest.

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But when I acquired my brain, courage and heart,

I found that fame and wealth were rotten

And were not what I craved,

Instead, it was what I’d left at the start;

A family, a home, which I had since forgotten.

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So I made peace with the Good Witch

Who had me returned,

To the place where I’m from,

With my life now enriched,

From the lesson I’d learned.

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That lesson is clear throughout my life’s tome,

As even when life appears monochrome,

There’s no place like home.

There’s no place like home.

There’s no place like home.