Bottled up, trying to hide, but making it’s way to the outside.

Can’t be contained in plastic or glass, finding freedom from the past.

Breathing and growing in the air, it won’t be stifled, that’s just unfair.

Shake it up, let it out, being shared is what it’s about.

Come out magic, find a way, you can’t stay captured even one more day.

Learn to live, free and clear, drift off away and don’t be steered.

Leave that pretty bottle, dance in nature’s sound.

You are needed, you are welcome,

You will be found.