Oz

orange yellow and red roses
peanut butter and chocolate ice cream smiles
the remains of a birthday cake on a hot summer day
shall we wander on backroads for miles

or will you hold my hand and guide me through
dark blue waters and caramel sunsets
around the inlet that ferries don't know
a map, a locket compass, and a string

welcoming friend into family breast
Dorothy's tornado not needed
there's no place like home
there's no place like home

there's no place like home