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  1. The Box

From the recording Through my Window

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Lyrics

The Box
I am but a singer, a factory mans son
Spend my days dreaming of what is yet to come
And I hide myself in a box
No one sees the pain or the cost
I am not a savior, for your soul I can not free
Life has no morals, just supplies and needs
And I hide myself in a box
No one knows the pain or the cost
I am just a writer, post and a thief
Stolen hearts of many have brought me to my knees
And I hide myself in a box
No one knows the pain or the cost
Now I may be a poor man, for my gold you can not see
It’s in the hearts of many, once I plant the seed
And I hide myself in a box
No one sees the pain or the cost
And I hide myself in a box
No one hears my cries from my thoughts
No one feels the pain or the cost