This song is about the pain of losing a child
Lyrics: D. Dare
Music / Vocals / Guitar: R. Kapasi
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The song was written about a friends child who died from a genetic disorder at a very young age
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Little White Boxes (4:19)
©Dare/ Kapasi 2005
Can you hear the sound of children playing,
High above the clouds.
Can you see the glimmer of their smiles,
In the sun upon the ground.
Do you wish sometimes that you could go
Where happiness abounds.
And spend the day upon the swings
In heaven’s eternal playground
Little white boxes
Seem so out of place
We cry so much remembering
the innocence in their face.
It isn’t fair we should be there
To gladly take their place
Why is it some children must line,
Line the clouds with lace
Our lives are blessed by the joy they spread,
Or the first time they may talk.
Why must they fly on little wings,
before they learn to walk.
What is the point to bring them forth
To watch them hurt and die.
What is the master plan behind the pain,
They’re just children,
Why must the children die?
They’re just children,
It’s so hard to say goodbye.
Little white boxes
Seem so out of place
We cry so much remembering
the innocence in their face.
It isn’t fair we should be there
To gladly take their place
Why is it some children must line,
Line the clouds with lace
Little white boxes
Seem so out of place
We cry so much remembering
the innocence in their face.
It isn’t fair we should be there
To gladly take their place
Why is it some children must line,
Line the clouds with lace
Line the clouds with lace
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