I see this fantasy taking me from Kansas to serenity
These dreams that seem [bad word] from somewhere over the rainbow
These days seasons change just as quickly as a harmony
I need to escape to awaken a believable journey... 

I know how possible we are
We can go and achieve the inconceivable
I know just how possible we are
We can follow our own yellow brick road

Pressing on in the eyes of a wise man's conspiracy
 [bad word] alive to achieve the spoken prophesy
My friends wonder how I know when the storm [bad word] 
And I'm grateful for the moments that we build to [bad word] the
Creators of shakers and movers of the melody
We building [bad word] .. YEAH! 

There's no tornado that can stop us now

Pressing on in the eyes of the child that's inside of me
I believe the time [bad word] for us to choose our unity
Each moment that we walk on the path that will guide us to our dream
We can sing another song that makes us feel we belong

Yeah, this is where we belong
We belong on this Yellow Brick Road

So Possible/This is where we belong
There's no tornado that can stop us now