Xmas in the bottle

A music, a poem or a whisper…
Magics words written in some old language
For those, who know just by the trace of some letters
People that treasure simple and beautiful things…

For all, even for those who’ll throw away
Without knowing, blowing away like the wind
Came and the tide brought a gift, garbage, perhaps…
For all, hopes in a million, perhaps away with misery…

A music, a poem or a whisper…
Lighting sounds of golden times and red carpets
For those, who can figure by the trace of some letters
This and that, is nothing but that, this is old funny shit!

For all, who know, an old shit may make a difference
Without guessing, just feeling warm in the wind…
What comes, goes back, I’m lucky perhaps…
For all in a million, I’m the lucky bastard!

A music, a poem or a whisper…
Divine preys for hearts full of forgotten love…
For those who lost faith and here memory rings!
Those who lost despair and are empty of feelings and dreams!

For all, who dare to see and learn,
To listen, understand, share to others…
Just by making that move, perhaps
By throwing back to sea the bottle!

In the end, keeping the message inside…