Tin Man

A little rusty at love I am
sometimes my shiny armor is but a sham,
I travel with fools and cowardly beasts
to help me be ok with my selfish feasts.
I use my axe to chop and cut down
everyone around me, to keep my crown
on this road made of fools gold
I'm heavy with the burdens I hold
as my joints slowly decay,
too headstrong to ask for oil to make me okay
as each step gets harder and more sad
I know things look bad.
But wait, just on the peak there is hope
my heart was broken and now held by a rope
but looking at it backwards it seems
the Tin Man had a heart under his schemes.
Yes, I see it now, she broke my heart
in her pursuit of Kansas she did depart,
but now I say to my inner wall
the Tin Man had a heart after all.