I live in a box where rain is constantly pounding
Begging for change, begging for a change
Waiting for a day when the whispers will stop
Hoping for the day I can break out of my box

My box is full of criticism and topped off with flaws
Words too heavy for the cardboard to hold
Bending under pressure, conforming to the judgement
My box gets smaller while I’m left out in the rain

The clap of thunder and the spark of lightning
My pulse matches the rain and thoughts match the storm
Because when it rains it pours
and this much rain is causing flooding

You weren’t there to hold the umbrella
I learned to swim in the flooded waters of my own head
I am my own lifeguard, of that I am sure
I’m grateful for that little brown box

If I hadn’t lived in such a dark place
I would only be swimming with a life vest
instead of on my own
So thank you box, for locking me in

But now it’s time for my life to begin