Prisms - Temples

From an ancient time he came

With prisms in our eyes, praying with the wise men

Happiness is free

It wanders in my mind, never to be blind and

When you know the time is right

To share your queries of the day

Destinations of the day

Often we’re reminded, who will leave the blinded

To a point of view

Triangles of light, above us in the sky turn

Grey with your reflection

Fade into your queries of the day

Talking spirit in this time

The doubt you had in mind was never to be questioned

Like the signs of life

Never too deceiving, watch until the sky turns

Grey with your reflection

Fade into your queries of the day