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On the horizon

On the horizon
Dreams are born
On the horizon
Realities are lost
On the horizon
A man stands
A black silhouette
The setting sun
In the west
The cresent moon
Rising in the east
A black velvet tophat
Adorns his head,
A silver pocket watch
His pocket
All his attire spoke of wealth

He stood on that hill
For eterntity
It seems
Until the wind
Picked up his strangled muttering
'It wasn't supposed to be like this
ME, a wench's spawn
Shouldn't be caught up in the world
Of rich men
Lies
And deceit.'
The moon
Now risin to its peak
Glinted off the silver barrels
Of the smith and wesson
Grasped firmly in his hand

'How did this happen?
I was born with nothing
How did i become like this?
A rich man
Tangled in lies
With money to no end
When i was destined to die at the age of five
How did this happen?'

He was taken from his mother
In the slums
And into a rich family
On the posh side of town
A place known only in his mothers dreams
He grew up in a proper house
With correct english
And without the memory
Of his mother of old
Just his family
In the posh side of town
From the slums
To the posh side
How on earth was his luck so good?
At the age of 17
His parents ceased to be
He was alone
Now aged 29
He had his fathers wealth
and his mothers worries
He stood with his grandfathers gun
To his temple

'If i was to die
This night
Would i be missed?
Would i be mourned?
Will anyone notice
Except the swallows
And the nightingales?
What would happen
If i died?
The moon will still rise
The sun will still set
The seasons will still pass
And the birds will still sing
So what may i ask
Would happen if i died?
What would happen if i bit the bullet?
Sent my soul screamig from this tortured body
What would happen?
Was i meant ro live in the slums?
Or was i meant for the upper class?
I was born in the slums
I grew up here,
Was that meant to be?
Or was it just a mistake?'

Life is full of suprises
Though at the time
We may not understand the significance
Of any such suprise
The answer is not
To end ones life when
One is caught unprepared
The answer is for one to live through it
And for one to see what cards life plays you

The man on the hill
Did not kill himself
This night
Nor has he thought of such things again
He's been gone some time,
Through many seasons
His heart
Was given away
The momment he set foot
Back inside his mansion
Back to his grand ball
Back to his guests
To a lady
A lady of his heart
The only things
The same has stayed,
The sun amidst the horizon
And the land beyond
The land of the unknown
The dreams
And the lack or reality
Beyond the horizon.

Description
On the horizon

On the horizon
Dreams are born
On the horizon
Realities are lost
On the horizon
A man stands
A black silhouette
The setting sun
In the west
The cresent moon
Rising in the east
A black velvet tophat
Adorns his head,
A silver pocket watch
His pocket
All his attire spoke of wealth

He stood on that hill
For eterntity
It seems
Until the wind
Picked up his strangled muttering
'It wasn't supposed to be like this
ME, a wench's spawn
Shouldn't be caught up in the world
Of rich men
Lies
And deceit.'
The moon
Now risin to its peak
Glinted off the silver barrels
Of the smith and wesson
Grasped firmly in his hand

'How did this happen?
I was born with nothing
How did i become like this?
A rich man
Tangled in lies
With money to no end
When i was destined to die at the age of five
How did this happen?'

He was taken from his mother
In the slums
And into a rich family
On the posh side of town
A place known only in his mothers dreams
He grew up in a proper house
With correct english
And without the memory
Of his mother of old
Just his family
In the posh side of town
From the slums
To the posh side
How on earth was his luck so good?
At the age of 17
His parents ceased to be
He was alone
Now aged 29
He had his fathers wealth
and his mothers worries
He stood with his grandfathers gun
To his temple

'If i was to die
This night
Would i be missed?
Would i be mourned?
Will anyone notice
Except the swallows
And the nightingales?
What would happen
If i died?
The moon will still rise
The sun will still set
The seasons will still pass
And the birds will still sing
So what may i ask
Would happen if i died?
What would happen if i bit the bullet?
Sent my soul screamig from this tortured body
What would happen?
Was i meant ro live in the slums?
Or was i meant for the upper class?
I was born in the slums
I grew up here,
Was that meant to be?
Or was it just a mistake?'

Life is full of suprises
Though at the time
We may not understand the significance
Of any such suprise
The answer is not
To end ones life when
One is caught unprepared
The answer is for one to live through it
And for one to see what cards life plays you

The man on the hill
Did not kill himself
This night
Nor has he thought of such things again
He's been gone some time,
Through many seasons
His heart
Was given away
The momment he set foot
Back inside his mansion
Back to his grand ball
Back to his guests
To a lady
A lady of his heart
The only things
The same has stayed,
The sun amidst the horizon
And the land beyond
The land of the unknown
The dreams
And the lack or reality
Beyond the horizon.