I will put in my box...

The smoke of a candle that was once alive

The tear that I first shed

The tip of a sword touching a heart

I will put in my box...

The first flake of snow that touches the earth

A sip of the purest water

The whispers from the clouds above

I will put in my box...

Three blood red wishes made from the fear of death

My first smile

My first breath.

My box is fashioned from the light of the sun and secrets

With gems on the lid and hope in the corners

The hinges are made out of icy tear drops.

I will sail in my box, across my dreams

Granting every single one

I will fight my nightmares

Until I fade away...

The Magic Box