Chris Foster Upon The Blue Horizon
Upon the Blue horizon a dream that never ends Around the unknown corner of whats real and whats pretend We'll never know tommorrow until it is today Upon the Blue horizon. Is where we'll make our way As I look out toward the east I see the coming of the day with the west wind far behind me , thats where the past shall stay In reaching for all the things I feel that I might be till land and sky pass over me, its only then I'll see Chorus I'm a poet, I'm a singer, I'm a writer I'm a teacher, I'm a student, I'm a friend When I look into the mirror and see what I've become Will the blue horizon yeild a whole new path that I must run I'm a seeker, I'm a finder, I'm a keeper I'm a loser, I'm a winner in the end As this life uncovers mysteries that turn my soul around The blue horizons guiding me , till the sun tips to the ground (instrumental break) Through all our fractured moments were better off by far for always searching earnestly to find out who we are Through all the broken pieces that we've left in our wake Defines the finer moment. Reality to take! Copyright 1997 Chris Foster [email protected]
