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