Post by lanaia74 on Jul 16, 2007 6:12:06 GMT -5
I enter this temple of magic and mysticism, long after all ancient worshippers are gone
In this place, I look at the ancient walls, their hyroglifs, I wonder who saw these
Most people would fear being in this place, now so dark, alone
But not me, as I feel privilege to be standing, where I know royalty has stood, I feel as if I should ask please.
The voices of those long gone, you can hear their cries from the wonder art from walls and columns here
As if they are saying, a mortal, life, it has been so very long
A mortal has walked the earth here, because most mortals are filled with fear
Like it's crying for the population, the one, to which this place once belonged.
This place, very little unchanged, over the long period of space and time
Sometimes, almost being totally covered in the infinite desert sand
But there was always someone to free you, so you could once more guard, all that is sublime
No explanation, why you are, as far as we know, your image could belong to another land.
No records or writings to your true purpose, exist today
Everyone always thinking, you had to be linked to the religion of that day
Through the ages, many looked at you, as an Egyptian God, willing to worship you without delay
I have to wonder how many civilizations, you dutifully watched, as they worked, as they would play.
Many lifetimes, I bet you have guarded and protected this plateau
Giving the illusion, this place was yours and yours alone
If you could speak, I wonder what you would say, as you survey all below?
But through the ages, you have remained, after all the others had gone.
You alone, in your right, you are the eighth wonder of the ancient world
Not many ancient civilizations, could have created such an amazing feat
You so regal and majestic, no more like you throughout the world
You the Sphinx, you guarding, watching for eons, to protect all from your front row seat.
In this place, I look at the ancient walls, their hyroglifs, I wonder who saw these
Most people would fear being in this place, now so dark, alone
But not me, as I feel privilege to be standing, where I know royalty has stood, I feel as if I should ask please.
The voices of those long gone, you can hear their cries from the wonder art from walls and columns here
As if they are saying, a mortal, life, it has been so very long
A mortal has walked the earth here, because most mortals are filled with fear
Like it's crying for the population, the one, to which this place once belonged.
This place, very little unchanged, over the long period of space and time
Sometimes, almost being totally covered in the infinite desert sand
But there was always someone to free you, so you could once more guard, all that is sublime
No explanation, why you are, as far as we know, your image could belong to another land.
No records or writings to your true purpose, exist today
Everyone always thinking, you had to be linked to the religion of that day
Through the ages, many looked at you, as an Egyptian God, willing to worship you without delay
I have to wonder how many civilizations, you dutifully watched, as they worked, as they would play.
Many lifetimes, I bet you have guarded and protected this plateau
Giving the illusion, this place was yours and yours alone
If you could speak, I wonder what you would say, as you survey all below?
But through the ages, you have remained, after all the others had gone.
You alone, in your right, you are the eighth wonder of the ancient world
Not many ancient civilizations, could have created such an amazing feat
You so regal and majestic, no more like you throughout the world
You the Sphinx, you guarding, watching for eons, to protect all from your front row seat.
