His Keepsake Box
He has a keepsake box,
though it's hard to find
Because it's hidden deep
in the corner of his mind
She left it there with him
Along with the kids
Stuffed with pain more potent
than caustic acids
Master of feigning strength
The hurt rarely shows
But through the box seeps
Cries of his sorrows
I'm not the only one
Close enough to hear
Yet I feel like his pain
Falls only to my ear
I see the keepsake box
He tries so hard to hide
Because I have my own box
Lurking deep inside
Buried in the darkest
Corner of my heart
So deep that from this box
I will never part
He still has a chance
To be rid of his box
To clear out all the hurt
Before the latch locks
If I could, I would surely
Rip the box lid out
Free feelings of fear
Cast away all his doubt
Then I'd refill the box
With everything good
Bring millions of smiles
To his face if I could
But this is a feat
I can't do on my own
And one that he shouldn't
Have to battle alone
I don't mind the drive
And I'm not scared of work
I'll help where I can
Even when he's a jerk
And as long as he wants
Our friendship to be
He won't fight alone
Cause he'll always have me