There I was behind an iron curtain
Half alive, half dead, a bit uncertain
Enchanted & bewitched by tales galore
Was I or was I not
In Kansas anymore?
Zenith reached I thought, till four sought from my dome
A heart, a mind, a soul & a pathway home
Renegades were they who’d come with mass appeals?
Do I aid? Shall I? And then one clicked her heels
One cried, one sighed & one just shied away
From me they could not be denied that day
And so I from right behind my curtain stepped
With a secret that through six lifetimes I’ve kept
Explained to them from deep within strength draw
Soon they did and they like me…
…Were left in awe
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