Tiny Box from Tiny Box by Ryan Oyer

Picked up a tiny box from the postman
And examined the contents inside
A flood gathered between my eyelids
And with every tear that I cried

Felt the weight of the promise encircled
Felt a wish that my mom was still here
I imagined the moment I ask you
Felt the future come into the clear

In one tiny box that I hold in my hands
Are the hopes and the dreams of this fortunate man
Of all that will come, of all that shall pass
Say yes is all that I ask

Understated, pretty and classy
Just like the woman it's intent is for
Strong yet delicate if you ask me
Two hearts beating time forever more

In one tiny box that I hold in my hands
Are the hopes and the dreams of this fortunate man
Of all that will come, of all that shall pass
Say yes is all that I ask
In one tiny box that I hold in my hands
Are the hopes and the dreams of this fortunate man
Of all that will come, of all that shall pass
Say yes is all that I ask
Say yes is all that I ask
Say yes, say yes, say yes

• Alternative
• alternative pop
• indie
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• Chattanooga