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?
