I will rise now and go to the forest by the stream, like a bowing willow
And an ocean of flowers scented like sweet, sweet honey
A mother land that brings the feeling of comfort and safety.
With the smell of wet soil after a rainy night

I hear the wind brushing the leaves making a soothing sound
birds flying and chirping with a happy high pitch
and fresh air that fills  your lungs with new life
The quietness of the forest takes  my mind of a tormented life
peace that soothes anxiety and stress
  
The wind sweeps the tears falling down my face
falling off as if my body was made out of wax
Life is like a broken-winged bird, unable to fly
But hope is a thing with feathers
repairing my soul so i can fly through the forest

Where can i find my place to hide,
So no one can see me cry
or see my broken life.
where can i hide, where can I  go,
so that my soul can see the beauty of mother land
She embraces me with her warm arms, the sun

Her safety surrounds me, like the streams of water
where i sit, overthinking of what i become
She is my hiding place, my safe place
The place to whom i can give my tears and sorrow
That's the place to hide