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The Horizon

  Early 80s

Tell me it isn’t true

Our lost love has me shaking

Wont you open up your eyes

Joy is taken from my life

Please stop my heart from breaking

 

Cant for once love be right

People say this beautiful world can never be destroyed

But yesterday I saw a light

My eyes are full of tears and I’ve closed all the doors

For yesterday I saw the first spark ignite

 

Im just a victim of a broken heart

If there is no end how can there be a start

Sweet love is for some, its just not for me

It puts too many moonbeams on the sea

 

Take time to share and then take care to find some time for you

I still love you,  I still care for you

You were my everything

Now Im left here crying in the chapel

 

All alone on this stage tonight

How can I feel fear, feel fright

This feeling has left and there is no one in sight

But Im blinded by the disgusting light

 

So Im singing, and dancing, and laughing, and screaming

Until my mind drops to the floor

I’ve poured out my heart and poured out my soul

‘Til my tears and fears fly out of the door

I remember the words the wise man said

But the memory is turning red

And I owe it to the horizon

     Now isn't this just a beautiful little gem of teenage angst? I am comparing a boy breaking up with me to a nuclear meltdown. I am so glad my fear of nuclear war disappeared before adulthood. How love puts moonbeam on the sea is rather perplexing. Why does love do this? And more so, how many moonbeams is too many beams? 

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