A message in a bottle
To a boy long cast adrift,
Would talk of Pride, and eloquence,
Of confidence, and gift.
Kiss a beaten forehead,
Stroke away a frightened stare;
Evaporate the anger
With a ruffle of his hair.
If I could write that letter
And cast it back in time,
I wonder if you’d wonder
If the words were really mine?
I’d sing about the miracles
A grown-up boy can feel:
The highs and lows, the joys and woes,
The velvet, and the steel.
I’d tell you not to worry,
Not to panic, not to reel,
To trust your inner judgement;
To believe in what you feel.
If I could write that letter
And cast it back in time,
I’d tell myself to love myself,
Find balance, peace; and shine
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
A message in a bottle
To a boy long cast adrift,
Would talk of Pride, and eloquence,
Of confidence, and gift.
Kiss a beaten forehead,
Stroke away a frightened stare;
Evaporate the anger
With a ruffle of his hair.
If I could write that letter
And cast it back in time,
I wonder if you’d wonder
If the words were really mine?
I’d sing about the miracles
A grown-up boy can feel:
The highs and lows, the joys and woes,
The velvet, and the steel.
I’d tell you not to worry,
Not to panic, not to reel,
To trust your inner judgement;
To believe in what you feel.
If I could write that letter
And cast it back in time,
I’d tell myself to love myself,
Find balance, peace; and shine
