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