Morphing Thru Time

Earth. A biosphere. A complex, Subtly balanced life support system. Et turtur nidum, Ubi reponat pullos suos Altaria tua Domine virtutum, Rex meus, et Deus meus (and the turtledove a nest Where it might place its young Your altar of strengths, Lord, My king and my God,) We are floating over the line Let us follow our mind All of our life we'll wait for the answer And the question is why If we're following our mind We can glide into light No one knows if there'll be an answer While we're morphing through time We are floating over the line Let us follow our mind All of our life we'll wait for the answer And the question is why We're just travelers In endless space If we're following our mind We can glide into light No one knows if there'll be an answer While we're morphing through time --- Morphing Thru Time - Enigma