Seven - Heather Findlay

Lay down your weapons

Dead or even done

Watchers are calling

Hundred million strong

Colours sober

Speak of rains to come

With naked eye, they soar like

Lightening doves in flight

Every king is armed

Cavalry and the fire lords

Goddess of the soil

Ever beating drum

Pure light of seven

Colder to the touch

Draw the line and cure life

Currency of time

Every king is armed

Cavalry and the fire lords

Goddess of the soil

Ever beating, beating drum

Who can’t see the stars?

Soar like lightening doves

Every king is armed

Cavalry and the fire lords

Goddess of the soil

Beating, beating, beating drum

Never to become

Powerless and watch colours running

Dead or even done

Painted shadow across the sun

Hoo-hoo!

The need has come

Gonna feel it

Gonna see it

She’s not a little toy

Who are we anyway?