In my box, i keep the key to my dreams
My dreams of imagination that shine with the brightest beam
They light my mind by night and my box by day
My drems remain far and locked away
In my box, is the cure to all disease
For humans,animals and even the trees
I can take it out and bring peace to the earth
But it will lose its value and and also its worth
In my box, i have the secret to equality
Gender or race will not be the barrier to prosperity
Martin Luther King had the dream, my box has the reality
To form a nation of people that will go down in history
In my box, there is no end it just keeps going and will never stop
My box has misery it has pain it has the keys to happiness
My box is my friend, its my enemy, its my life.
