Little Wood Box

In a little wood box lies her greatest treasure A priceless gem worth can't be measured In a little wood box There's a pair of shoes A special gift for church and school She wants to run to it Wants to look inside But she can only sit and stare wide eyed There's someone talking she can't hear There's music playing soft somewhere But she just hears the clock as she stares at a little wood box In a little wood box There's a pair of glasses They're custom made In the latest fashion In a little wood box Is a little bow tie Made it herself for her special guy Her husband helps her up holds her close to him walks her through the crowd people watching them If it wasn't for him she couldn't move It's seems so surreal so untrue And finally when they stop she looks into that little wood box Just eight years old in his young prime Made it to school but never left this time Her dreams shot down in the blink of an eye a man took his life she still wonders why In that little wood box she brushes off his shoes straightens his glasses and his bow tie too In that little wood box lies her greatest treasure A priceless gem worth can't be measured © L. James Tanner