BLACK BOX
A Box In My Dream
My worthiness is all my doubt that run in my
Head right down to my heart , I run from love
I run from what can be so true , I run from you .
Upon A dream I seen you and I seen me holding
Hands and loving and kissing ,
But then I looked away and I seen a little box
So I walked over to open it ,
The music spills out into the air...
the song filled his and mine heart with a spark
We started dancing among our thoughts and we found
We were so much a like ,
Inside his mind watching my every move ,
He walks over and puled out his heart
And that is when I gave him mine .
And it all started in a dream of a box in my room .
Lilly Emery (C)
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