Life sneaked upon me from behind shadows and dreams
Drowning my wishes in the icy water of an angry sea
Disappearing under the waves until I can remember them no more

It had been expecting me for a while
As I stood on the thin sand just a stiff wet shell
Watching myself dissolve in the waves
Sighing within the rising water's grasp

I hear love calling through the sound of the wind
With the song of footsteps running towards me
And a kiss of hope

In a whispered lie I tell him I am not afraid
If life has come to claim us
I cannot keep it waiting

Recklessly in the angry tide of Life we shall swim
And against the tide we will prevail

The fire... A will, a want, a dream.

Some of us long for a fire to appear on the horizon of our life, something for us to fight for, a purpose to give meaning to our dull days. We long for it... We wonder how others reach so high and how we are left behing stuned at their success, trampled in their pursuit.

Some of us fight relentlessly, struggle to keep the flames in sight, to reach the horizon at whatever cost! In the end it doesn't matter what the trail behind us looks like for we never look back and nothing is as important as the fire that consumes our very thoughts.

Some of us are consumed by a ever so far horizon... Forever out of reach. We can not stop, we can not give up, we are addicted to the chase. Driven down to our bones to fight for something that we can never reach. An impossible achievement we just must obtain.

When the horizon burns... Who will u be?

In the desert of my mind I stumble
The waves of fire in the distance
Lure me and provoke every corner of me
Making my thoughts grow wild and lose

They enticed me to seek them
They made me run untill time stood still
Not afraid not in a haste I ran


I feel my face hasn't changed
The years have faded in my memory
I remember nothing but the run and the stillness

No sound to comfort me
No wind to cool me
No cloud to shade me
Only sun and moon forever

I run to the flames far away
Feeling the burn in my legs
My heart telling me I won't make it

But the dream and the rush
Prevent me from giving in
For to you my fire I must run

I have ran to you for as long as I can remember
And in my final moments
My heart was right I couldn't make it

But at last I run no more
And feel no more
No kind moon and no harsh sun
For the first time in a thousand years I sleep

And the fire consumes my dreams as I have always wished