Anjali, Underwater

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