He sat with them, but not (in vain)* He sat among the ones long-dead A feast, a store, a partner Love (x4) Encourage him in all his ways To help him to forget the time of disengagement Calling power down upon the hour
Scouring the sea for word and need The broken healer, wounded lasts Prays the skies to shut the rain and Makes them shower A sign that he's there. A friend Sk**ed to these degrees