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 decipher

The mystery of man

The story is told in stone and broken arrows

In traces of cities unknown lost in the sand

In colours and castle walls silent and unseen statues

The mystery of man

The wind stirs the trees, like voices in dreams

And then just when it seems we know what it means

Simply it's gone

The miracle is in the mind asking the questions

Seeking to find itself if it can

Only to see itself endlessly echoed in mirrors

The mystery of man