• A man of tin standing motionless
    seemingly frozen
    a thief on the run
    from what she had stole, what she had chosen

    The tin man could chase her
    and get back what belongs to him
    but stays still
    with but one thing on his face, a grin

    Why won’t he chase her?
    Why does he let her be
    well because the thief is who the tin man loves
    and the tin man is me

    What the thief had stolen was not gold or jewels
    it’s something that plays a bigger part
    something worth more than wealth ever could
    the thief had stolen my heart