Swans Song For A Warrior
There is a growing
Golden light
Flowered and folding
Behind the mirror of your eyes
If an angel could hold up
In his poshed white hand
I know he believes 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 scour the sands
Some people say
God is long dead
But I heard something inside you
With my head to your chest
Oh, 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
Send them home
Use your sword
Use your voice
And destroy
And destroy
Then begin again
