Crow Squaw Had Healing Hands

White feather was warned Crow Squaw was insane Crazy in the head, some said Speaks tongues, think it’s from Father Sky He had never met her before today The day he died But came back to life After she found him on the battlefield And found a tiny pulse She took him home and nurtured him In the old ways The ways of the ancestors The ways of Father Sky He never let anyone say unkind things about her to him again A survivor who recognized the magic healing in her hands And the empathy in her heart