Inca, Aztec, Egyptian, Mayan, there is one thing in common
Pyramids, they are every where one looks
Why? Do they stand in homage, to the ancient God of the sun?
Today, they're no answers, no not even today, in any books.
Always pondered, what does the three sides mean?
The family? Father, mother, child?
There are no answers, none have ever been seen!
Their mystique and magic, history trying to explain why they were styled.
The way of the ancients, we only knows what history tells
But, I, myself believe all are connected in some kind of way
The Nazca Lines, the Sphinx, they all have a story to tell
But are, our minds open enough to hear what they are trying to say?
The tale of Atlantis, the tale told by Plato
Was their a benefit? Was it true?
Atlantis! A super human race! Just what was trying to be told?
The people that were here, their choices were few.
Will it ever be found? A part of history, not written yet
I wonder if ten thousand years from now, what fate might hold?
Can we change our future, if we listen to what the ancients say?
I just wonder how our story will be told?
Some way, some how, we must learn to hear the ancients
If we listen, just maybe, our future is not set in stone
Maybe our destiny, in it we can make a dent
We must learn from the ancients, learn from the seeds they have sewn,
