Boxes and boxes one, two, three,
Caged in can only see,
the outside of this fence that surrounds me.
Thoughts of life, of joy and glee,
Are all thoughts that cannot belong to me,
Trapped by this cold firm grip to be.
No freedom nor choice will I ever see,
To decide the facts that only I can be,
Growing so fast, sprout up like a tree,
My mind is falling, drowning in the sea.
I have no reason to stay here with thee,
So I must leave to look out for me.
To my love my wife to be:
Don't you ever forget of me,
Remember the good times and the time of glee.
Tell the story of you and me,
How we met and came to be,
Living in the city by the sea.
Look to the sky if you ever need me,
or down below if I was greedy,
I love you now more that you'll ever see,
I'll never forget my letter, T.
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