Gathering Gaya's Dream
Open the gates of the past With the key to our hearts Dream of the years gone by Centuries through mankind's eyes In the wasteland that grows inside Within me I shall find myself Slowly walking, pacing front See through these blind eyes Stepping on shadows, touching air Stones move as I stand still Seek the answers in the skies As we don't even know ourselves Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes In the wasteland that grows inside Within me I shall find myself For years of space technology Still we haven't learned Like children we explore Things we can't yet comprehend Open the gates of the past With the key to our hearts Dream of the years gone by Carrying our own cross Seek the answers in the skies As we don't even know ourselves Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes
