Under the Birch

Somewhere deep in burning woods, underneath the birch she looks For the treasure that she hid before Deep within the scary cove, locked up in the ocean's throes Lay the gems of joy and innocence Somewhere deep in quiet pain, memories hold double weight Whispering tainted truth to bind her strength Fog incurs a crippled state; blinded in the ashy haze She won't walk on, the path behind is lost Once two pillars were her home, only thing she'd ever known Now she's running frantic in the night On a jagged rock she weeps, scared to close her eyes and dream They cut like shrapnel 'til even waking stings Somewhere deep in burning woods, underneath the birch she looks For the treasure that she hid before