Genesis - Can-utilities And 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 flatters," he cried
"By our command, waters retreat,
Show my power, halt at my feet."
But the curse was lost,
Now cold winds blow.

Far from the north, overcast ranks advance
Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn
The waves surround the sinking throune.
Singing "Crown him, crown him.'
"Those who love our majesty show yourselves!"
All bent their knees.

But he forced a smile even though
His hopes lay dashed where offering fell
Nothing can out peace destroy as long as no one smiles
More opened ears and opened eyes,
And soon they dare to laugh.
See a little man with his face turning red
Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead