In the dark sea of sorrow a small boat is a float,
A small message on the side wrote,
Lost, out on an adventure

The sailing ships rarely pass,
Home sweet home at last.
The beasts and beauty all around,
Far from any ground.

The waves swallowing you,
Whole but trapped inside.
The waves are angry,
And seem to have pride.

The message sent out in a bottle,
Place in with a red wattle.
The salted glass swimming around,
The cork almost ready to pop out,
Hope that’s fading out.

The unheard screams into the sky,
The everlasting question why.

The gloom and darkness in the way,
The sunshine on a rainy day,
The heat left in your heart,
Another day apart.