• We all have dreams waiting beyond that horizon,
    Patient as can be, they silently stand,
    Some of us walk to them, some of us quit along the way,
    Some of us run into our dream's open arms if we can.

    I have dreams of confident smiles,
    Power unlimited and a charismatic voice,
    Faces looking up at their savior,
    The leader who showed them they had another choice.

    I am the one who has the strength,
    To carry their hopes and fears,
    Their frustrations that keep them in darkness,
    But I show them the light and take away the tears.

    Gasp! I stumble on my way to that horizon,
    My position I struggle to regain
    It's only a little extra weight,
    Only... a little... pain...

    "Argh!" I collapse on all fours,
    Another Jesus fighting to hold his cross high,
    The weight of the world is slipping off my shoulders,
    I won't say it, I can't say it, it's not... worth... my... pride...

    "HELP! I NEED SOMEBODY!" I scream my heart out,
    My horizon begins to disappear in my red vision, it's almost gone.
    Tons of anxiety and fear presses down on my once superhuman back,
    It's all to much to drag on, and on, and on.

    I can't move anymore! My muscels seize up, limbs turn to jelly,
    I hear deathsong growing by the decibel,
    But I can't die, I am their angel of hope...
    Where's my angel?

    I grab a pencil, and I write, and write some more,
    The pressure from my tool of salvation can write in stone,
    I am unaware of my screams as I anchor my weight
    To this sheet that can be ripped to pieces I save my soul.

    The weight lessens, my vision is clear,
    Or so I thought, but suddenly I see
    A sight most peculiar, on opposite sides,
    There were two horizons waiting for me.

    I look at one, then look at the other.
    I drop the rest of my weight onto the ground.
    Maybe being a leader isn't for me,
    I stop walking to that first horizon then turn around.

    And I never look back.