Can-Utility And The Coastliners

The scattered pages of a book by the sea

Held by the sand and washed by the waves

A shadow forms cast by a cloud

Skimming by as eyes of the past, but the rising tide

Absorbs them effortlessly claiming

They told of one who tired of all singing

"Praise him, praise him

We heed not flatterers-, he cried

By our command, waters retreat

Show my power, halt at my feet

But the curse was lost

Now cold winds blow

For from the north, overcast ranks advance

Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn

The waves surround the sinking throne

Singing: Crown him, crown him

Those who love our majesty show themselves!

All bent their knees

But he forced a smile even though

His hopes lay dashed where offerings fell

Nothing can out peace destroy as long as no one smiles

More opened ears and opened eyes

And soon they dares to laugh

See a little man with his face turning red

Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead