gib_0101
11-21-2006, 12:44 AM
The Box
In the box we ride through space.
You and me - and your toys.
You sit and play: the ball, the cube, the pyramid.
Like a babe, you are so amused.
I panic in the box.
I don't know where we're going.
To Heaven, To Hell, or otherwise.
Please, won't you wake up!
You are at peace.
I'm there, with you.
Like a protective guardian.
Not a care in the world.
But, my dear, I'm scared.
You think I'm in control, but no.
You think it will be all right.
But no one knows where the box is destined.
In the box we ride through space.
You and me - and your toys.
You sit and play: the ball, the cube, the pyramid.
Like a babe, you are so amused.
I panic in the box.
I don't know where we're going.
To Heaven, To Hell, or otherwise.
Please, won't you wake up!
You are at peace.
I'm there, with you.
Like a protective guardian.
Not a care in the world.
But, my dear, I'm scared.
You think I'm in control, but no.
You think it will be all right.
But no one knows where the box is destined.