Coins

Thought I was rid of you once
For a couple coins on the table
Forgetting when you left that day
You were young and angry and able
I'd hoped I’d seen the last of you
No more would I fetch or cower
But when I fed you for a tip that day
You were young and hungry for power

Then a chill came on a beam of sun
Natural as a cancer
You would never stop 'til all was won
The young man with all the answers

That shape of love on every face
The ghost of loss inside you
Everyone else was just as lost
And it's sad because you never knew
Now history is on your side
Who am I to deny it?
A fiefdom for your fragile pride
And who would dare defy it?

Then a chill came on a beam of sun
Natural as a cancer
Bow down to the lord and son
To the man with all the answers