New Horizons

is it the tempo of discouragement that fuels the flight of tender beliefs and comfort from the wounded soul, as we press our way ever diligently in the land of everything routine who was it that shouted loud those dreams can never come true? was it yesterday's noose without a pardon sliding around those wretched wrecks, of what some may say is less than a life lived and all too soon forgotten... come with me and take my hand, together we will rise above the noise of uselessness and never could without a chance, believe with me and you will see this land, this new horizon beyond circumstance