in darkness i hide
deep inside
comfort light does provide
hiding deep

vision of night
grants moon's bright
looking in the dark
finding night's light

looking deep within
the problem's meddling might
hiding in the darkness light

light hiding in the dark
dark living in the light
fire and flames
dances do the games

dark hides
in lights provide
hidden is the key
to the mysterious me

Each person that enters my life, gets a box.
Some have their own ,
But most have to share.

The people that touch my heart for just a moment,
They all go  together.

Those people that change my life,
Only if, it's a big impact get their own.
The ones that are my true friends,
Not the sometimes ones,
They each get a box to themselves.

When I meet someone again,
I pull their box off the shelf.
In that moment I live in it,
I remember the good and bad,
I live with those memories playing in my head.

Few have their own boxes in my life,
Those few have huge boxes though.
My sisters, the chosen ones, each have their boxes.
They do share with each other when we're all together,
But they don't seem to mind.

My family, though I love them,
mostly fit into one box.
But it is no small box,
And by no means is it empty.
That box is bursting at the seams!

I love the boxes I have,
I cherish each one.

I'll love them until my day of death.
On that day,
*I'll revel in the memories as I watch them burn,
While I float up to heaven.

I cannot feel, I'm numb                
                                                                                                         I cannot see, I'm blind
I cannot hear, I'm deaf                                                                                                    
                                       I cannot taste, I'm gone.