C
There is a growing
F
Golden light
G
a flower unfolding
C
Behind the mirror of your eyes
C
If an angel could hold it
F
In his polished white hand
G
I know he'd release it
C
Like a bird to the sky
C
Now you are the warrior
F
Who will conquer this land
G
On a horse made of clouds
C
You will scatter the sands
C
Some people say
F
God is long dead
G
But I heard something inside you
C
With my head to your chest
C
Within
F
All the wrong
G
They say
C
I have done
C
There lies
FA seed
G
Of a million more
C
Just waiting to become
DmC
Send them home!
DmC
Send them home!
DmC
Send them home!
Dm
Use your sword
Dm
Use your voice
Dm
And destroy
Dm
And destroy
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.