Flint in your eye, steel in your breast, God keep the rest
Day after day, cup after cup, drunk from the top
The tip of the spear
The bell and the shield
The girl I knew and looked on from afar; it's like you haven't changed at all
The strength and grace that saw you through your fears: still with you after all these years
The tip of the spear
The bell and the shield
Anjali, underwater
Returning the fire
We grew up and seemed so out-of-touch. But who am I to judge
To stand and see the wars in foreign lands and bring the truth home in your hands
The tip of the spear
The bell and the shield
Anjali, underwater
Returning the fire