This face I see is not my own
but still it seems reflections shown
within the bottle's rim I've known
to be a part of me
to see the heart of me
still drifting on the ocean's shore
where sand and surf meets ocean's roar
how could I ever hope for more
than be where I should be
a vessel of the sea
wind swept and lying on the sand
with message from a foreign land
that seems none here can understand
held deep inside of me
the soul and pride of me
that cries with tears that none can hear
left waiting here year after year
a simple note till one draws near
to open and set free
the bottled heart of me
upon the wayward sea
to float eternally.
