Heavy Wooden Box

Hey, The bright future I looked forward to, Where has it gone? Now I have nothing but, The darkened future to look through. Put into a heavy wooden box Right in front of my eyes. My love, where are you? I still have yet to marry you, But our love dies. The box, now becoming smoke, It seems my will no longer remains. Seeing as though I was so forgotten I’m evanescence, no longer remembered, It wasn’t my hands that were stained. Dear me there, No more pain? Dear me there, No more smiles? No, nothing can remain. That day, It hurt being sucked in the ground. I cried alone, I’m innocent, I swear, But the people gathered all around. Did you find My shoes there? Did you find My letter there? Do you remember, dear? I saw At the last moments, A lid to cover the box, Then the concrete, And dark skies. Sshh… I’ll be back soon.