That old wooden painted box.
Faint yellow stars engraved within.
Held the letters to her heart,
the scriptures of her life of sin.
It held the ribbons
that once tied
another side of her sweet life.
Now she plays the blushing bride,
now she plays the faithful wife.
But every night she wanders,
to a place inside her mind.
Staring out the window,
dreaming of another time,
with that old wooden painted box,
yellow stars engraved within.
She breaths for every moment,
every second, that she spent with him.