Every time,
I move to a new place,
We get so many boxes.

One box,
One year.
Two boxes,
Two years.

My sisters and I,
We would build cool forts.
Huge mazes.
To hide the sadness.

One box,
One year.
Two boxes,
Two years.

This house though,
The one I live in now,
We used so many boxes..
Maybe?

Three boxes..
Three years?
Four boxes..
Four years?

I'm so happy here,
I dont want to leave.
My whole life is here,
I just can't leave.

One box,
One year.
Two boxes,
*Two years.