Little Tin Man

Little tin man, starting to rust. Left on the shelf, left in the dust. What do you think, left all alone? What do you dream, left all alone? Once you were proud, best of them all. Now no-one cares if you should fall. What do you think, left by yourself? What do you dream, left on the shelf? Children once played, held you so tight, Dreamed you their dreams, called you their knight. Gave you their love, for then and today. Then they grew up, and put you away. Can no-one love with love that is pure? Why can’t their love always endure? Why must they leave the past far behind, Chasing the new, with bright eyes so blind? Little tin man, starting to rust, Left on the shelf, left in the dust. Looking at you, worn out and old, Makes me seek rest. I, too, am old. Come with me now, I’ll hold you tight. Tell you my thoughts all through the night Dream you my dreams still shiny and bright, Still be the child who called you his knight. We still are proud, best of them all. Reaching for glory though we must fall. Thinking bright thoughts, never alone. Dreaming grand dreams, we’re not alone.