One for the bruise,
lest it fester and rot.
Two for the cut,
and the blood wet and hot.
Three for the tears,
and the sorrows they've known.
Four the the ache,
living deep in the bone.
Five for the sinews,
that knit up and mesh.
Six for stitch,
and the joining of flesh.
Seven to call out,
the hale from the strife.
Eight to herald,
the dead back to life.
