Into this form we’re born – a temple raised
O, moving form of dust! Rise through the haze
As above so below, without within
Temple of man stand tall- and transcend
O, moving form of dust! Rise through the haze
As above so below, without within
Temple of man stand tall- and transcend
The vessel for the soul- it seeks its ground
Absorbing rays and waves – embracing sound
The noble frame that’s attuned to the higher Mind
Temple of man will stand through space and time
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