but it is not nearly as important to your present
as the way you see your future."
Tony Campolo
where no one else can see;
away from the world outside,
alone, my heart will be.
The bottle must be amber,
in darkness my heart will lie;
guarded against the heat of summer,
and from the shower of a rainy day.
With my hands, I'll push the cover,
make sure the cork is tight;
my heart, now deaf to a close whisper,
will be kept from a blinding light.
The parting words will be a promise,
a vow to hold on to;
my heart for sure will find solace,
even in the days empty and blue.
The last thought will be a prayer,
my hope in His hand I will lay;
that someday He will be a giver,
of he who'll kiss the darkness away.
I'll put my heart in a bottle,
and throw it to the sea;
let it be carried by the rushing water,
far away from me.
And as the bottle goes with and against the tide,
incomplete it will be;
until someone from the other side,
brings the bottle back to me.
May the force be with us.
