Song for a Warrior

There is a growing golden light

A flower unfolding behind the mirror of your eyes

If an angel could hold it

In his polished white hand

I know he'd release it like a bird to the sky

Now you are the warrior

Who will conquer this land

On a horse made of clouds

You will scatter the sands

Some people say

God is long dead

But I heard something inside you

With my head to your chest

Within

All the wrong

They say I have done

Their lies, a seed

Of a million more

Just waiting to become

Send them home

Send them home

Send them home

Use your sword

Use your voice

And destroy

And destroy

Then begin again