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
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