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 There 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