The light in my bottle has gone dim
though I can see safety near
The tide pushes me away too far
over the storm they cannot hear
My bottle is stuffed with letters
letters of love, letters of hope
Read these precious letters of mine
the message may help you cope
Please will someone slow down and see?
this bottle is cramped and dark
Break the glass and set me free
on my new life I will embark
It is different in this place
living a life I do not understand
There must be a reason I'm supposed to know
it seemed to slip right out of my hand
Church of the Front Porch Kick up your feet and sit a spell
Laugh 'Til It Heals I dare you not to smile!




