The beauty of a bird lies in its flight wherein lies the beauty of man Time stands still at every beginning - and every end Unless you walk in deep circles True ends lie beyond reason and behind evey misguided feeling You gaze and then you close your eyes Lost, found, such struggles within What do you remember of before you were born What will you remember after you die How do you speak of those ancient passions of freedom of love An untamed forgiveness Such thoughts lost within Do you know the mystery of your own heart DO you feel that which you must Have you learned to see with closed eyes What have you heard in words unspoken