Boxes
I have emptied out my closetCleaned up my houseI have given away the things I don't needTidied up my home.
I have put little things into boxesThe ghosts in the corners are lonely.
I am leaving behind my possessions for someone elseI have made a fire of thingsI don't want anyone to see.
I have put little things into boxesThe walls fill the silence with echoes.
I have put little things into boxesI am going on a journeyMaybe some dayI'll be returningAnd the ghosts in the corners won't be lonely.