We come from a distant past, that we've forgotten.
And now we look up and aspire to the stars.
We are the mystery, not even we can decipher.
The mystery of man.
Of stories told in stone and broken arrows.
And traces of cities unknown, lost in sand.
In columns and castle walls, silent and unseeing statues.
The history of man.
The mystery of man.
The wind stirs in the trees, like voices in dreams
And then just when it seems, we know what it means.
Suddenly it's gone
The miracle is the mind
Asking the questions
Seeking to find its share
If it can
Only to see a shadow
And lastly echoed in mirrors
The mystery
Of man
The mystery
Of man
The mystery
Of man
The mystery