Heaven in a box

 

I took the sky and kept it

inside my box,

I tied him up so he couldn't escape.

I am walking on the nails,

My body doesn't bleed,

and I don't know who I am.

 

The painter

stole my sky,

and destroyed my box,

I am walking on the nails

and I don't know who I am.

And now that I don't have my

sky where do I go?

 

I am walking  on the nails.

I am walking  on the nails.

 

The Painter enjoys

his prize,

and I hide my poetry.

 

And now that I look outside, the cloud has become rain,

The earth is trembling,

And the city is bleeding,

And now that I don't have my sky

Where I go?