I will put in the box
The scorching sun crying out small fire balls
The wind’s cold breath on my cheeks
The face of a new-born baby in my arms

I will put in the box
A teddy bear with a broken heart
A sip of beautiful banana milkshakes from McDonalds
A leaping spark from a sparkler on New Year’s Eve

I will put in the box
Three green dreams spoken in French
The last joke of my Grandfather
And he first smile of my sister

I will put in the box
A black sun and a new day
A grown man crying heavily
And a baby being brave

My box is embroidered with golden thread
My box is fashioned with gold diamonds and steel
With the hinges as sturdy as the toe joints of dinosaurs
Stars are on the top and secrets are in the corner

I shall go trampolining in my box
On the great jumping pads
Then feel the breeze of a fan
And enjoy the feeling of paradise