I need someone

To be my lumberjack

In this forest of disaster

I call my life

To chop down

All my worries

And wipe my blood

With his flannel shirt

As he supports

Me in one arm

And in the other

An axe that will

Take away the pain

And the worry

With one quick swipe

As he strokes his beard

And tells me it'll be alright


He may not have a beard

Or sport flannel

Or have super strength

For that matter

But he is still

My lumberjack