It brings back memories
A young boy standing on a bridge
A very special bridge
San Francisco: Golden Gate Bridge
I was crying---"God make me big!"
Dad had been drunk again
Broke his vow to never drink again
In drunken rage struck Mom
We were told to leave
Dad was slapping Mom
The coward stood up to no man
I wrote that note and tossed it in the sea
Asked God to come rescue me
No the note never came back
NOT as a time capsule
Maybe is still out there floating
God answers in his own time
Mom divorced my father
This time I was fifteen
I was no longer a helpless little boy
I held a rifle and it misfired he ran away
So you see the note in the bottle
God answers in his own way
He allowed the gun not to fire
Today I am no longer a little boy
No one well know abuse from me
The day I threw the bottle in the sea
For what did the note say,
"What well ever become of me God?"
For it was written in the poverty of sadness
A boy who thought there was no way out of misery