Still, I Can't Be Still
Elphaba's POV
I had never been very religious, but Nessa had constantly talked to me about religion and the importance of me accepting the faith. I never had thought of Mother and even after all the pain I'd caused Fiyero, I was amazed that he wanted to stay with me. I had hurt and been forgiven by so many people—even Glinda had forgiven me. I had everything I could possibly want, but I didn't know if I was happy.
Well, I don't believe in God, but she talks to me all the time and I banish my mother, but she holds me when I cry and I've been unfaithful, but with me, he'll spend the rest of his life and I have been forgiven by all whom I've betrayed and love and I have everything I want. Is it ever enough?
I faced the Wizard and said, "No. I won't join you and stand by and be silent about the loss of the Animals' rights."
Still, I can't be still. Still, I can't be silent. Still, I can't be still. Still, I can't be saved. Still, I can't be still. Still, I can't be silent. Still, I'm...still.
Fiyero told me I was beautiful, but I didn't believe him. I didn't believe Glinda when she told me the same thing.
Well, I don't believe I'm beautiful, but at least I have my sister's smile and I resist the muses, but they sing to me in exile and destiny's not deafening, but it hushed me like a child and everytime I feel as though I'm closer to the eye, the storm winds blow, I run inside and though I feel revived.
I had to continue fighting for the Animals' rights and speaking out—against the Wizard.
Still, I can't be still. Still, I can't be silent. Still, I can't be still. Still, I can't be saved. Still, I can't be still. Still, I can't be silent. Still, I'm...still.
I looked around and wondered if things would settle down enough for me to just live in peace and serenity.
The insatiable peace. my quest for, for true serenity, yeah. No matter how hard the rain, the thirst, the thirst is neverending.
Glinda came and tried to save me, but she could never save me—I was doomed right from the moment Dorothy entered Oz—by dropping a house on my sister.
No matter how many friends or angels been sent to—to take me away, they can't make it okay. They can't make it okay. And everytime I feel as though I'm closer to the eye, the storm winds blow, I run inside and though I feel revived. Yes, everytime, I feel as though I'm closer to the eye, the storm winds blow, I run inside and though, I feel revived.
I still didn't believe I was beautiful and I struggled to fight the urge to run away—I had to stand and fight—the "final stand" of the Wicked Witch of the West.
I don't believe I'm beautiful—at least I've got my sister's smile. I resist the muses, but they sing to me in exile.
Fiyero and I fled from Oz—as soon as we could leave—that very night.
The End
