Oz Isn'T Place In Someone's Imagination

It always starts the same a fairy tale first child second child It you didn't even want to see him let alone give a name I did you vanished sleepless nights submersed in days hours became a battlefield we stood against over 20 armies they had a name and classification one life got cataloged yet destitute of any record as no one ever took his picture nameless faceless less human for the rest of them he turned to less but mine he was my silver shoes first years were a laugh then electrical storm aimed his metal hat and cry whispered - something is wrong they put him in great blackness and told me how the roads to that core were misplaced but he wasn't he was just in the right place my little tin man countless times shrunken metal heart stopped so I lend him mine and became his breath sight touch I've tried to overlay him as there were 3 openings in his plate armour strange how something empty can be a life-saver (had to save you) so I assembled these tin sheets in my arms and made system to see you we did it they finally saw us and named me the courageous one but I wasn't I was terrified to live without you yesterday as the letter came I had to hang my silver shoes up "Your right on the status of nursing parent stops with the death of a child with difficulties in development ..." that night ... I died with you