You say the tinman has nothing on you, but you can love.

I know that's true.

And no, that does not come from above, but it does come from within.

Darling, you are the Earth. 

Made of stars, and sand, and sin.

Mountains, frogs, human beings, Earth.

And maybe there is a grand design created by an eye in the sky, but either 

way you will die and everything, everything will still be alright.

Because you can break yourself down physically, mentally, and permanently, 

but through every slash, every thought, every sound your body, your Earth, 

will fight to keep you breathing.

Will fight to keep you with me.