Man of Old

If that mysterious man of old awoke What tales would he tell? If that mysterious man of old awoke What praise would he sell? Awaken from your rest! You great one who grasped the sacred grail Awaken from your rest! Pioneer who paved this rugged trail By your hands our pyramids were built With your blood you rinsed away this guilt Mummified by history—a sacrifice without resistance Entombed in our past—yet your footsteps stretch into the distance. Perhaps you never quite slept After all You had a dream—equality—we strive to live in it Perhaps you never quite slept After all Your words holding the future itself, riveted If that mysterious man of old awoke Would he remain satisfied with this current progress? If that mysterious man of old awoke Would he once again take up his cross ‘til his song ends? Generations later your cries can still be heard Gentle ringing ‘cross hills, valleys and all the earth We, now chasing your shadow, marching into dusk In your glorious hope, we place all o’ our trust