Oh to be the TinMan.
Without a heart that can break,
Become fragile or hardened
From words or actions of hate.

I could wonder aimlessly through life.
Happy, carefree
And full in mind
Yet empty inside.

To not know of love, would be the trade.
But to not be hurt by a lover
Or feel the loss of love
Would save me from this pain.

My tin skin would reflect so bright.
A shield from all who seek to harm
An armor to protect
If and when I must fight.

And if I were to stumble and fall,
And my empty shell is found.
With no heart to bury, there is no worry,
So leave me there above the ground.

I could then become a beehive or a squirrels nest
Or perhaps a rabbits den.
To be a home to God's creatures is my wish
A protector a sanctuary at best.

Oh, to be the TinMan
And not feel when a lover leaves.
Loneliness with despair
I wouldn't even care.