Lovely Pandora with a box full of dreams
Filled up with all kinds of wonderful things
Spinning her silver threads in a gossamer fashion
Creating soft dreams to make a bouquet

What lies inside is a figment of imagination
Things you can't touch or feel with your hands
There's hope for the hopeless and a bounty of joy
Miracles and tear drops and gifts to enjoy

There's love and faith wrapped in soft silk
Carressed with warm hands and a heart made of gold
Silver webs spun from the hands of a goddess
Waiting for someone to open the lid