In A Little Box

I'm in a little box.

A 5 by 5 cold room.

There's a telephone in the wall.

I'm surrounded in gloom.

I'm alone in this box.

I do not know what to expect.

There is no light in here.

No sound to detect.

I'm alone for god knows how long.

Time has no meaning anymore.

I just wait in my little box,

still searching for the door.

I'm in my little box, waiting for a ring.

But there is no sound.

Only evidence of nothing.

I have to have hope.

Even though I'm hurting.

I cannot hear, I cannot see, 

One day I'll leave this little box.

And his light will save me.