The Heritors of
Arcadia
Vocals: Bonnie
Gordon
On an ocean of stars,
Lo, an angel they see,
Untouched by the war that they waged.
Lain low by their scars,
A people wounded, but free.
Seek what lies beyond this dark age.
The seasons they turn, winter to
spring,
Dulling the pain and erasing the sting.
The seasons turn, summer to fall,
Time’s warm embrace begins to heal
all.
On the wild, at first light,
The jasper lion will run.
Hark, an anthem he drums, can you
hear?
The people fresh from the night,
Rise and listen as one.
The land that they were promised is
near.
And though I am gone, just ash in the
wind,
One life surrendered so yours can
begin,
Courage, my children - this is your
song.
I am the earth - I will make you
strong.
A world riven by pride repaired at
last...
And now, its makers can be at rest,
our vision come to pass...
The seasons they turn, memory fades,
But when my name has been lost to the
grey,
I will sustain you, year after year
I will protect you when dangers
appear.
And though I am gone, just ash in the
wind,
One life surrendered so yours can
begin,
Courage, my children - this is your
song.
I am the earth - I will make you
strong.
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