Steady was your iron hand
As it collided with the land you made
A world that a child named
So long ago
Your colours on the canvas made the seas believe
That they were somehow more than a background
But a fabric that held us when the clouds gave no light
In our battered steel ships
Cannons aimed at the creatures below us
Yellow eyes scour the surface
Just tell me when
Oh iron hand
Your faith was a bird, it flew to me too
Through true blacks and blues - a flurry of hues
Oh iron hand
Wet all the lines between men and lands
Melt us back down into one
Oh iron hand
Throw me amongst the sea salt and sand
I am choking on ash in the palm of your hand
But my heart is not void of the virtues you seek
As you scan all the planet for voices that speak
So paint me a picture again
Paint me a picture again
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