In the middle of the jungle
There are ruins of temples
Built along ago stone by stone
They were made by the Mayas
A tribe that is not so well-known
Each pictures on the wall
Recorded history
They were gazing at the sky
Seeing stars telling them the days on the year
Monuments marked time
But altars meant death and fear
Worshipping gods now gone long time ago
The population grew, new cities were found
What happened then?
Was it a strange decease
That wiped away almost everyone?
Or it might have been starvation
Caused by drought and a scorching sun
It's a mystery
The way they disappeared
It's now history
We will never know