A jewel cornered box, ornate gold trim There must be something inside That tears at your need to have everything What is it I have to hide How could such a small thing Be all giving to me What if I told you That all I am holding is hope on a string The last word’s unspoken So leave it unopened It will be better that way The first woman’s gift, quite admired A blessing deep in disguise Go on continue to pry but you won’t find What you can’t recognize What you wouldn’t give To escape with all this What if I told you That all I am holding is hope on a string The last Word’s unspoken So leave it unopened It will be better that way So much better that way