There once was a man, filled with sorrow

Heart in his hands, but it beats hollow

Longing for happiness, to make a new connection

Someone to pick him up and give life direction

 

Afraid of once again being misled,

He kneels in silence and unwavering dread.

Tears down his face, cause him to rust

He knows not whom he can trust.

 

So here he stays, abused and broken

Alone in the dark, not a word to be spoken.

Constant pain, but he endures it while he can

For this is the fate of the lonely Tin Man.