The boy was riding east towards the rising sun
Leaving all he knew and loved behind
Looking for a chance
Of life with fortune and romance
What will he find
In the unknown land?
The lights of his small city were to dark for him,
The love of local maiden not enough.
The grass was not too green
And often in his midnight sleep
He would fly above
The clouds of his old life
Towards his dream.
Somewhere in the Hollywood the films are made,
Somewhere on Wall Street the money flows,
Cities near and far
Are waiting for the next big star
The game is played
Where life would roll ahead
With the roaring noise.
* * *
Here I am, I have arrived,
The overwhelming pride
Will take me on this ride.
What a sight... Is it a day or night?
The glamor of Time Square lights
Suppresses fear inside.
To the top...Go fast, don't stop,
Don't let the tears drop,
It is your stone, Sisyphus, roll it up
The slope where summit gleams.
Watch out, don't lose your steam,
And you are bound to win.
That's it! You've reached the peak.
The world is at your feet.
Where will you go from here,
Now, that you have your victory?
* * *
Who was living all these years inside my skin?
What illusions caused the state I'm in?
Winning hasn't been
All what it seemed inside my dreams,
The wheel has turned,
The fire's burned,
The lesson's learned.
* * *
The man is riding west towards the setting sun,
Leaving all his victories behind,
Grasping for a chance
To purchase back what he sold once,
His soul, his heart,
So may he get
Another start
Grasping for a chance
To purchase back what he sold once...
Full head of silver hair,
Made him a wiser bearer
Of the golden heart.
2007