Take him home, they said
Our work is done now
All our bullets are fired
All our blades are dulled
We are done now
Bring him home, she said
His work is done now
All their bullets fired
All their blades dulled
His work is done now
Son come home, He said
Your work is just begun
To raise from their flesh, their soul
To raise from the Garden, my Kingdom
Your work is just begun