Let me go hide in a forest of birches 
And watch me drown as heaviness seeps Under my skin 
See me drench myself with fake stories 
With courage letters in them 
And watch me stand up tall 
Looking like another birch looking zebra 
 

Let me go run between a forest full of 
Darkness 
And watch it consume me and grasp
My only lungs 
See it sweep me away with real stories 
With cynic cruel words 
And watch it get afraid 
When I stand up tall 
Looking like another birch looking zebra 
In a densely Sequoia forest 
 

Let me go chase after the wisp at the end of the forest 
And watch me slip to try and grab it with my life 
See it weep when it reads my stories
Full of desolation 
And watch it hold me
When I stand up tall
Looking like another birch looking zebra 
In this lovely forest made of misery 
 

So please let me run into a forest full of birches
Because the Sequoia trees need one more light to be afraid of
And so I can be friends with the wisp that will hold me 
And I can live in piece with all of my misgiving