Coins

I thought I was rid of you once
For a couple of 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
And a chill came on a beam of sun Natural as a cancer
You would never stop till all was won The young man with all the answers
That shape of love on every face
The ghost of loss inside you
But 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?
And 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