Throw a bottle in the sea.
See it wiggle in the breeze.
It's with my hope and devotion,
it will find its way through the ocean.
I am stranded without lotion.
Overflowing with emotion.

Look at me how I am bitter, red and foul.
I lay in cramps and howl.

With my dry tongue,
I am singing my song.
Question my every wrong.

The sea is always near,
blowing in my ear.
Waving to be clear.
Letting me hear.
Saying; "Do not fear.
Have your bottle back and drink a salty tear."