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  Geetarzan@aol.com