Joseph

I've got a box, No bigger then my hand I've got a box, and it's filled with memories Burnt from loose cigarettes, they're frayed and black Papers with words and scars from bleeding quills Broken little glass's, some precious medals Century old forms of currency, the other half of her heart I've got a box, no bigger then your hand I've got a box, and it's filled with pain Chains from my past life, and Oceans that the world has yet to name Globes that posses the power to create flames Plastic men with guns, the ones used in justified murder I've got a box, that has more then the whole world