LovelyEmancipation

Sometimes people cry out for help, I think we all have witnessed it, We watch them break, We watch their tears, And we see something in their eyes, The last piece of hope, The hope that as well could be a message in a bottle. Who will ever know if someone noticed that tiny little bottle in the ocean, Or if they did, Did they pick it up? I have seen a lot of bottles in my time, And most of the time I pick them up, But I notice quite a few times I don´t, It is like they become invisible, Even if they scream loudly right in front of you, I think something is wrong, Why do we leave the bottle in the ocean? I clearly can see they need help,