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