Emerald City for me is the place
The place where I can face
Where I can face life
My life with no strife.
Yet the constant green
The green's glorious sheen,
The sheen reflects on me its glow,
Glows on me a forbidding shadow.
Now my heart lurches as I realize
Realize how alienated I am
I am in my own lonely world
World where I am no pearl.
Now I look at the city with fear
Fear for the people I shed no tear.
Tears that could kill me, although I hope,
Hope that I could learn to cope.
But as I look back on my past
I see many things I have yet surpassed.
Surpassed by my own means
Means to change my skin from its many greens.
Hated now by my once family and friends,
Friends whose friendship that easily ends.
I wonder why my good deeds turned bad,
For now I am constantly mad.
I now defy gravity and fly in the sky,
Upon my broomstick I lie.
No longer am I put to the test,
My name is Elphaba, and I am the Wicked Witch of the West!
