Son Of Man

I've met some good and decent folk

Who bore the symbol of the cross

And others who were bent and crushed

Beneath it like some ancient curse

And many more who waved it like

A blinding spotlight in the eyes

Of those they wished to influence

Exploit, and mesmerise

Are you the Messiah?

The one foretold to come?

I am the son of man, he said,

The son of man

Within the strangest schools of thought

There hides a tiny spark of truth

Behind the webs of fantasies

That crack against the test of proof

But the spark can be so dim and veiled

It takes great effort just to see

Much easier to drift aside

And drown in mysteries

We should cherish each of us

For the kinfolk that we are

Salvation lies within ourselves

Not on some quaint exotic star

And the eyes that spend eternity

In searching vainly in the skies

In hopes of finding god

Should maybe cast a glance inside