A/N: Companion piece to "Scarecrow". Standard disclaimers apply.
DOROTHY
Slainte
Never doubt I love the Scarecrow.
First I gave him my allegiance and my trust,
Then, over time, I grew to love him for the tattered,
Scarred Scarecrow that pushed me way,
More than he ever let me close. No matter, though,
Never doubt I love.
Never doubt I love the Scarecrow.
Not one to follow blindly, I follow where he leads.
Brilliant in his own way, he sees what others miss,
And he inspires me as no one else.
He asks me to do the impossible, to never give up,
And because he is the Scarecrow, I do as he asks.
Never doubt I love the Scarecrow.
Now, as time rushes past me and the fight goes on and on,
I question what form my love takes.
Is it the love of a comrade, a leader, a teacher or a friend,
Or the passion of a woman for the one man that can partner her.
Time drives me hard, and the nights have been lonely.
What price loyalty? Loyalty to a dream? I no longer know.
Confusion fills me and the need to do something, to stop waiting.
Exciting possibilities and long denied needs beckon,
But what of Scarecrow and what of my love for him?
Choices bring risks, and risk I must, but what if I'm wrong?
The stakes are high, the outcome uncertain. Pain is inevitable.
Never doubt I love the Scarecrow.
Never doubt I love his dark places and his smiles.
Do I wait forever, hoping, or do I live for now?
Whom do I betray? Is there, in truth, betrayal?
Or has life, circumstance, betrayed us both long ago?
But know this, never doubt I love.
Siochain/Peace
2/2004
DOROTHY
Slainte
Never doubt I love the Scarecrow.
First I gave him my allegiance and my trust,
Then, over time, I grew to love him for the tattered,
Scarred Scarecrow that pushed me way,
More than he ever let me close. No matter, though,
Never doubt I love.
Never doubt I love the Scarecrow.
Not one to follow blindly, I follow where he leads.
Brilliant in his own way, he sees what others miss,
And he inspires me as no one else.
He asks me to do the impossible, to never give up,
And because he is the Scarecrow, I do as he asks.
Never doubt I love the Scarecrow.
Now, as time rushes past me and the fight goes on and on,
I question what form my love takes.
Is it the love of a comrade, a leader, a teacher or a friend,
Or the passion of a woman for the one man that can partner her.
Time drives me hard, and the nights have been lonely.
What price loyalty? Loyalty to a dream? I no longer know.
Confusion fills me and the need to do something, to stop waiting.
Exciting possibilities and long denied needs beckon,
But what of Scarecrow and what of my love for him?
Choices bring risks, and risk I must, but what if I'm wrong?
The stakes are high, the outcome uncertain. Pain is inevitable.
Never doubt I love the Scarecrow.
Never doubt I love his dark places and his smiles.
Do I wait forever, hoping, or do I live for now?
Whom do I betray? Is there, in truth, betrayal?
Or has life, circumstance, betrayed us both long ago?
But know this, never doubt I love.
Siochain/Peace
2/2004