Son Of Man Songtext

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