I have waited through the ages
for my bottle on the sand,
I have slowly turned the pages
as I've tried to understand,
how the tide of life is turning
and the book is not yet done,
while the life in me is burning
like the heartbeat of the sun.
I have journeyed through my being
with a pilgrims searching eye,
always looking, never seeing
as my memories bloom and die,
I have felt the grass of childhood
and ran barefoot through the snow,
for I'm just a piece of driftwood
in the ocean's gentle flow.
I have told a thousand stories
of the places I have been,
of the horrors and the glories
that my weary eyes have seen,
I have watched a thousand rainbows
shine their colours through the rain,
and I've seen the way the dawn glows
as it rises once again.
Once more I stand upon the beach
and look out to the sea,
my bottle floats just out of reach
but it will come to me,
and when I hold it in my hand
beneath the knowing sun,
I finally will understand
the tide of life is run...
