The Mystery of Man

We come from a distant past that we’ve forgotten
And now we look up and aspire to the stars
We are the mystery that even we can’t desipher
The mystery of man
The story is told in stone and broken arrows
In traces of cities unknown lost in sand
In colours and castle walls silent and unseen statues
The mystery of man
The wind stirs in the trees likes voices in dreams
And then just when it seems we know what it means
Simply its gone
The miracle is the mind asking the questions
Seeking to find it’self if it can
Only to see it’self endlessly echoed in mirrors
The mystery of man
The mystery of man
The mystery of man