Song for a Warrior

There is a growing
Golden light
A flower unfolding behind the mirror of your eyes
If an angel could hold up
In his polished white hand
I know he'd release it
Like a bird to the sky
Now you are a 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
Of then
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