Laga, Ragalor — Hands That Heal

Water
I Hear You
Do Not Leave Me Here
I Will Not
I Walked Beyond The Reach Of Victory Songs
Past Broken Shields And Bodies In The Grass
Men Who Had Roared Now Whispered, “Water, Please.”
I Carried Cloth, Crushed Herbs, And Heated Water
No Blade Hung Waiting At My Side
I Knelt Where Others Could Not Bear To Look
Tell Me Your Name
Let It Stay In The Air
Hold To My Voice
They Close What Blades Have Torn
They Steady Your Body When The Whole Earth Shakes