The Eyes of Man

November 30, 2006

There is a window into space, the whole world knows.
This window is a mirror, it reflects our soul:
The fighting, the killing, the struggle of ages.
Time moves on, struggles never cease, but the rockets stand tall.

In the streets children play hide-n-seek.
A siren sounds, fear spreads all around,
Screaming, to their homes they run,
“Mummy, the Russians are coming.? “Go hide underground.”

This window shows a rocket soaring into space.
The world sees; the eyes of man move slowly towards the night.
Years go by and the eyes of man move farther into space,
A million stars, an island red, and the rings so bright we see.
The eyes of man move deeper towards the night.

Now the window, open wide, all the day and all the night,
Still the fighting never stops.
More and more we see, the fighting, the killing, the struggle of ages.
Time marches on, struggles never cease, but the rockets stand tall.

The last rock appears, the eyes of man are deep in the night,
A final glimpse, looking back upon the home:
The night is black, now the home appears:
A pale blue dot lost in the night.
The whole world knows, but still the fighting never stops.

Now this window, large and sharp, down upon us frowns.
“A new vision I have shown, why can’t you see”?
But still the fighting, the killing, the struggle of ages.
The eyes of man move deeper towards the night.


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