Pandora's Box

The sky above tastes a shade of grey.
The world below moans in pain.
If maybe the light could fill this space,
Then maybe the joy could wash us away with rain.

A soul - so bleak, so fragile, so powerless -
That cannot do anything but wait;
Will crying and fighting help its cause,
Or make the time time to waste?

Pandora’s Box lies in your breast,
I see it’s shut and hidden from view.
If the web entangling you was cut to shreds,
Could your agony and secrets seep through?

The light that cascades down in rivets,
Is it the truth we all starve for?
This power, this joy, this opportunity to face,
No time to waste on tears and scorn.

I see Pandora’s Box in your breast.
It’s tightly shut and hidden from view.
But as the light engulfs the world and all around,
All I can see is you.