By Lucas Zuehl
Wade through the Wisconsin woods
Green blades and moss cling to August
Wet paper leaves cling to stone
No sunlight can split the fog
Somewhere a little girl is asking Jesus for snow tomorrow
But I’m asking him to make me 16 again
Please don’t look in me
Let me bring over cookies
Tell me about the winters in Nazareth
Tell me what you told the broken boys there
Even the ones that spit at you
If I’ve hurt you, I promise I only meant to hurt me
No starlight can split the fog
Thick like myrrh over me
Lucas Zuehl is a singer studying Vocal Performance with a minor in Creative Writing at BYU.
