I look upon the horizon line
And wonder what lies beyond the pine
But, before the sky and earth align
Is there a place that holds divine?

I begin my trek and venture there
Ever more approaching the place of my glare
But, my heart fills with despair
Is there nothing past my stare?

I reach the place to a brand new sight
The horizon line, now at greater height
But, all I hoped, is now, just trite
Is there still a place that may excite?

The divine is simply hope
To look upon, within your scope
It’s not in your stare, but in your mind
Where fantasy and your future align
Excite? Oh how it will
When dreams, you will fulfill

So dream beyond the horizon line
And life you will define
Better yet, you may design
Beyond the horizon line

I once heard about a great Labyrinth built upon cheese
Where the rats scampered around spreading disease
They bicker and squander and take as they please
All fighting and searching for just a taste of the cheese

The Great Labyrinth was crafted some ages ago
By its own inhabitants, who all too well know
That despite their choices and where they choose to go
The cheese, they so desperately seek is merely a show

But the stench of the cheese fills every crack in the walls
So the desire grows unbearably to search through the halls
There’s an endless amount of signs and directional calls
The constant cornucopia of white noise leads to perpetual falls

Some believe they have the answer, where cheese you may find
Some only pretend, to simply toy with your mind
Others give you advice, to try to be kind
But most lie, so they can take what you’ve signed

The ones who quit searching, are the ones who have found
That the cheese is buried deep below ground
But, these same rats dare not make a sound
For, if they ALL knew, the Great Labyrinth would crumble all around

I once escaped a Great Labyrinth built upon dreams
Where everyone believed, but nothing was as it seems
And try as you might to calm the deafening screams
Everyone struggled and schemed for just a taste of their dreams

Crack the shell and break that which confines and bonds you
Seep onto the cold, hard, unforgiving ground
Absorb all that is around you
Grow, but do not discard the shell from which you came and heard that first sound

Instead use the yolk and wear as your perfume
And the shells to build your house in which to live
Then, set your own curfew
And wait for the ground to crack and give

I know why we want to fly
To soar above the clouds so high
To fly like birds with no care at all
And look down on earth while we fall
Not knowing where we’re going, just trying to get by
I know why we want to fly

I know why we want to run
To escape our problems that we shun
Leaving the past behind and the future ahead
Just hoping to get our daily piece of bread
For we are all facing the trigger of a gun
I know why we want to run

I know why we want to hope
To try to achieve the things we think are dope
To believe and wish in dreams to come true
And indulge in fantasies that we brew
To reach for the fruits of life and hear the word nope
I know why we want to hope

To the left of the television
Beyond the gold and black rug
Across the couch in the living room
Lives a memory

Enclosed in a silver frame behind the glass
Sits a naive little boy playing with his new toy
In the arms of his father
Both gazing the same gaze

The flash was too bright
And the background is faded black
But the father and son are in perfect focus

They’re wearing grey sweaters
It’s cold, probably winter in the photo
The boy is resting on his father’s chest, loving him very much

In my living room
Behind the glass
Lives a memory

As I put on the sandals made of red
I embark on a journey where the past I’ve shed
I follow the yellow brick road

It twists and turns, windless and winds
Around the bend and toward the skies
Over the seas and into a new land
With my family hand in hand
I follow the yellow brick road

And on this road I find a ball
That entertains me through it all
I share and play with those around
Through the air or on the ground
Kicking, hitting, bouncing, throwing it up and down
I follow the yellow brick road

As I walk I meet a fork
And don’t know which way to go
But which ever way I go
I know I’ll find
The place I want to end in space and time
So I take a left and keep my course
As I follow the yellow brick road

I encounter on my voyage there
People that can help me bear
The burden that I care
Of all the deaths I’ve seen
On the path that I have been
I follow the yellow brick road

I reach a high and reach and low
Nevertheless I know where I shall go
I hit some bumps and fall right down
But always get up and never frown
I follow the yellow brick road

As I see the road comes to an end
I look at myself as an old man
Searching this whole time
To find my place, to find my life
To do what’s right, to claim what’s mine
I’ve been on the road this whole time
On the road of my life

And on this road I have found
The person I am on this humble ground
And as I dig my grave so deep
I know I cannot go to sleep
All the unfinished things I still have to do
The questions, answers, and all things new

So I put on the sandals made of red
As a new road appears where the past I’ve shed
The sins I’ve gathered
I follow the yellow brick road

Father why hath thee forsaken me
And cast me down in the depths of misery
Why must I carry the burden of this daunting cross
Why must I be held responsible for this loss
Why is it my duty to save the world from it's Sin
Why must I have thorns dig so deep in my skin.
The pain of the cross and the burden of man
Why is it me in demand?
As I receive  lashes, over and over without rest
While I walk Through the scolding sand deflating my chest
The burden of the cross grows heavier with each single stride
How am I suppose to guide
And now I'm at the end of this terrible path
Perched up on the cross for wandering eyes to stare and laugh.
But it's not done, they finish me with a spear
Please father isn't their anything you wish me to hear
As I was waiting to die, bewildered and bonded
The skies opened up And god responded
"Oh Child, your burden is merely a physical one
And once it's past, you'll cure their curse my son
As your penance will strip the evil from their souls
But it's them that must bear the tolls
It's them that will live with the grief
That one of them embraced the burden of the belief.
So the others can be free
It's them that will struggle with humanity.
And in their minds you'll constantly be there
To remind them of the physical burden you had to care
But the burden of being a virtuous man
Is upon them and the rest of their clan
They must live, knowing they're flawed
To constantly fall short of the glory of god
Yes, the passion to suffer was dedicated to your deed
But the burden of the cross is their to heed"