Prisms

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