Alice came back through the looking glass,
Older and wiser and sweeter than honey wine,
Sings on the stage like a white rabbit angel,
Cheshire-clever and hard to define,
And Alice says, "Sometimes it's ravens and writing desks,
Sometimes it's something more simple by far,
And the times when you're running as fast as you can
Are the times when you're running to stay where you are,
Where you are."
Dorothy writes to the folks back home,
Says "the weather is lovely," and "wish you were here,"
Walks by the lake when the rainbows come,
Laughs like a whirlwind, loves without fear,
And Dorothy knows that the answers you offer
Are just as important as those that you keep,
And the places you find when you don't know you're looking
Are the ones where your roots can grow healthy and deep,
Dig in deep...
( And oh, you girls, you'll find your way home one day... )