IN THIS BOX I HOLD CHILE
IN THIS BOX I HOLD CHILE
In this box I hold Chile…
A grain of sand from my distant land
Aroma from the salty waters of the Pacific sea.
A crisp breeze from the Andean peaks.
In this box I hold Chile…
The voices of those called my family.
A suffering I can no longer remember.
A distant thought that will last forever.
An empty space I shall never fill.
In this box I hold Chile…
An evaporated tear.
A story with much valor.
A smile lost, with time and pain,
For a life I will never regain.
In this box I hold Chile…
A treasured memory,
buried In the corners of my childhood heart.
In this box.
In this box I hold Chile…
A grain of sand from my distant land
Aroma from the salty waters of the Pacific sea.
A crisp breeze from the Andean peaks.
In this box I hold Chile…
The voices of those called my family.
A suffering I can no longer remember.
A distant thought that will last forever.
An empty space I shall never fill.
In this box I hold Chile…
An evaporated tear.
A story with much valor.
A smile lost, with time and pain,
For a life I will never regain.
In this box I hold Chile…
A treasured memory,
buried In the corners of my childhood heart.
In this box.
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